I did not know I was going to speak until I got there, and considering the fact, as Wilson says, that your uncle was playing on a strange table with a crooked cue he did very well.

The next morning we breakfasted with the Bursar of Trinity and had luncheon with the Viscount St.Cyres to meet Lord and Lady Coleridge.

St.Cyres is very shy and well-bred, and we would have had a good time had not the M.P.'s present been filled with awe of the Lord Chief Justice and failed to draw him out.

As it was he told some very funny stories; then we went to tea with Hubert Howard, in whose rooms I live and am now writing, and met some stupid English women and shy girls.

Then we dined with the dons at New College, so--called because it is eight hundred years old.