At this ball a lady with a Roman nose appeared as Britannia, but as the peak of the helmet threatened to bore a hole through the bridge of her nose she was obliged to wear her war-hat (as the Hussar calls his busby) the wrong way round.

It was probably B.-P.

himself who said to the good lady of her helmet, "That is not the rule, Britannia." On the 19th May B.-P.

looked from his port and saw "the long, flat top of grand old Table Mountain" looming darkly against the glittering stars, its base twinkling with electric lights that glinted on the water.

That day was of course a busy one for B.-P.