Oscar was much better, but complained of giddiness; we returned about 4.30.On Saturday morning, November 3rd, I met the Panseur Hennion (Reggie always called him the Libre Penseur), he came every day to dress Oscar's wounds.

He asked me if I was a great friend or knew Oscar's relatives.

He assured me that Oscar's general condition was very serious--that he could not live more than three or four months unless he altered his way of life--that I ought to speak to Dr.Tucker, who did not realise Oscar's serious state--that the ear trouble was not of much importance in itself, but a grave symptom.

On Sunday morning I saw Dr.Tucker--he is a silly, kind, excellent man; he said Oscar ought to write more--that he was much better, and that his condition would only become serious when he got up and went about in the usual way.

I begged him to be frank.