At Belize the Governor treated us charmingly and gave us orderlies and launches and lunches and advice and me a fine subject for a short story.

For nothing has struck me as so sad lately as did Sir Anthony Moloney K.C.M.

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watching us go off laughing and joking in his gilded barge to wherever we pleased and leaving him standing alone on his lawn with some papers to sign and then a dinner tete-a-tete with his Secretary and so on to the end of his life.

It was pathetic to hear him listen to all the gossip from the outside world and to see how we pleased him when we told him we were getting more bald than he was and that he would make a fine appearance in the Row at his present weight.

He had not heard of Trilby!! We struck a beautiful place today called Livingston where we went ashore and photographed the army in which there was no boy older than eighteen and most of them under ten.