CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I become Postulant and Penitent and Walk in the Footsteps of Matilda
After the first outing to the master’s club, we went up to London more frequently and I began to get used to the smell of the place. The club had a distinctive smell as an all male establishment and because I crawled its rooms and corridors on all fours using my sense of smell like a dog I noticed the combination of tobacco smoke and the different polishes applied to the furniture and the brass fittings.
Then there came an occasion when we visited the club at night with Mr. Povey looking very smart in top hat and tails.
I lay at my master’s feet while he dined and then accompanied him to a drawing room where about half a dozen gentlemen were served with Port and cigars. I was startled to see that one
