He is a very capable fellow.' The last I saw of him was on the Saturday afternoon when I met him in St james's Street and offered to shake hands.

He told me that my uniform was a pollution, and made a speech to a small crowd about it.
They hissed him and he had to get into a taxi.

As he departed there was just the suspicion of a wink in his left eye.

On Monday I read that he had gone off, and the papers observed that our shores were well quit of him.
I sailed on December 3rd from Liverpool in a boat bound for the Argentine that was due to put in at Lisbon.

I had of course to get a Foreign Office passport to leave England, but after that my connection with the Government ceased.