"Yes, that is a portrait of my wife. It is considered to be a good likeness. But of course she was older-looking towards the last."Enderby and I were on our way to the smoking-room after dinner, and the picture hung on the staircase. We had been chums at school a quarter of a century ago, and later on at college; but I had spent the last decade out of England. I returned to find my friend a widower of four 
years' standing. And a good job too, I thought to myself when I heard of it, for I had no great liking for the late Gloriana.