I had won in my own College, and entered for Henley, where it was generally thought that I had a fair chance of winning the Diamonds.

However, I heard a fortnight before the entries closed that he was out on the river every morning sculling.
I knew what it was going to be, and was not surprised when his name appeared next to mine in the entries.
"We were drawn together, and he romped in six lengths ahead of me, though curiously enough he was badly beaten in the final heat.

He stroked the University afterwards.

Though I was tried I did not even get a seat in the eight, contrary to general expectation, but I know that it was his influence that kept me out of it.
"We had only one more tussle, and again I was worsted.

I went in for the Newdigate--that is the English poetry prize, you know.