At the Senior Conservative Club in London we find Lord Emsworth welcomed by head steward Adams who shows him to his table. A little vague as usual the Lord of Blandings still manages to make a selection from the luncheon menu, aided by Adams who discretely congratulates him on his son's engagement. Lord Emsworth's interest shifts to the topic of masticating and the dimensions of the mouthsful a decent luncheoner should exhibit while eating. Realizing that his conversation with Adams is bordering on fraternization he finishes his lunch and has Adams call a taxicab who delivers him to the town house of mr. Peters. Having arrived there it takes him a little while to remember the purpose of his visit, when it comes to him that it has something to do with ...Arabs? No, must be scarabs - whatever they may be. He rings the bell.