Viands, wine, cigars and flowers had been ordered. Their Britannic Majesties were prepared to receive in splendor last week a state visit from President Doumergue and Premier Briand of France. M. Doumergue's valet pondered again the advisability of a corset. Bachelor Briand submitted to a deft clipping of his (as usual) too exuberant mop of hair. All was in readiness. . . .
Suddenly a despatch clicked from Paris to London. His Majesty, the King Emperor, was informed that His Excellency, M. le President, could not leave France because MM. les Deputés had upset...
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