I hope all your things are properly packed, and that nothing is forgotten." "As long as I have my rods and my fly book," said Sir Gilbert, "I shall be able to get along.

Good-bye, my dear.

I shall dine at the club, and catch the night mail from Euston." "Do write to me, Gilbert." "I'll write on Sunday, not sooner, unless I find that Milly has got into a scrape." Sir Gilbert travelled comfortably, and enjoyed his journey.

At Euston he got into the carriage with an Irish Member of Parliament, a Unionist, who was returning to his native Dublin after making himself as brilliantly objectionable as possible for six months to a Liberal Chief Secretary.

He mistook the judge for an Irish country gentleman, and gave expression to political opinions which Sir Gilbert found extremely amusing.