Noon
I took a mess of some adulterated pottage at a foreign restaurant in Notting Hill , as I had no wish to return to Bloomsbury before the Demonstration . The waiter -- either a Swiss or a German -- asked me : `` Vad you sink , sare , of ze news from ze country ? '' I asked him what it was , and he handed me a fresh copy of the _ Sunday News _ , headed : `` Special Edition . Noon . '' `` By Jove ! '' I thought ; `` no Sunday dinner for Wardle ! They could n't have printed this in the small hours . ''