Chapter 4The Marquis looked at the pile of letters his secretary set down in front of him.
The huge desk was already covered with papers of every sort and description and the Marquis reflected irritably that, if this was the amount of work that could accumulate when he had been at the Foreign Office only for a month, there was no knowing what would be waiting for him by the end of the year.
“More letters, Mr. Lawson?” he asked in ominous tones.
“I am afraid so, my Lord,” Mr. Lawson replied.
He was a quiet, efficient, middle-aged man who had been a Civil Servant all his working life.
The Marquis had detected a faint air of disapproval about Mr. Lawson when he had first been appointed as his secretary.
It was quite understandable that a permanent official would resent, if not despise,
