The newspapers never got the story, but his friends about town still laugh at him for trying first to blow up Westminster Abbey and then his own Ambassador.

He was at my house at dinner the other night and one of the ladies asked him: "Lieutenant, have you any darling little pet lyddite cartridges in your pocket ?" Think of a young fellow who just loves bombs! Has loaded bombs for pets! How I misspent my youth! _February, 1915._ This is among the day's stories: The British took a ship that had a cargo of 100,000 busts of Von Hindenburg--filled with copper.
Another: When Frederick Watts was painting Lord Minto he found it hard to make the portrait please him.

When he was told that Lord Minto liked it and Lady Minto didn't and that So-and-So praised it, he exclaimed: "I don't care a d--n what anyone thinks about it--except a fellow named Sargent." And the King said (about the wedding[80]): "I have the regulation of the dress to be worn at all functions in the Chapel Royal.

I, therefore, declare that the American Ambassador may have any dress worn that he pleases!" E.M.House went to Paris this morning, having no peace message from this Kingdom whatever.

This kind of talk here now was spoken of by the Prime Minister the other day "as the twittering of a sparrow in a tumult that shakes the world." Lady P.remarked to me to-day, as many persons do, that I am very fortunate to be Ambassador here at this particular time.