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annoyance, for he was, I regret to say, in that slightly
"sozzled" state when people are apt to be irrationally
pugnacious. "But, you bloody bastard, I've never
been out hunting in my life. D'ycm want me to break
my bloody neck?33

"Oh, I'm sorry, old chap, Pd no idea you were so
nervous about horses."

"What's that? Are you telling me Pm nervous?
Show me the something Irishman who says that and
Pll knock his something head off."

His competitive spirit having been stimulated, it
was easy to persuade him that he would enjoy every
minute of it, and it was obvious that a day in the
country would do him no harm at all. I told him that
I'd already hired a wild Irishman with a ramshackle
Ford car to take me to the meet, so he could go in
that. I assumed that Mr. Blarnett and his horses
would call at the Barracks, as he'd said nothing about
any other arrangements. So the next morning I was
waiting outside the gates in good time. After forty
minutes I was still waiting and the situation looked
serious when Kegworthy joined me—the Ford car
being now just about due to arrive. Shortly after-
wards it did arrive, and Mr. Blarnett was in it, wear-
ing a perfectly cut pink coat, with a bunch of violets
in his buttonhole. He looked vaguely delighted to see
us, but said nothing, so we climbed in, and the car
lurched wildly away to the meet, the driver grinning
ecstatically round at us when he missed a donkey and
cart by inches when swerving round a sharp corner.
Mr. Blarnett did not trouble himself to tell us how he
came to be sharing Kegworthy's conveyance. With
top hat firmly on his head and a white apron over his
knees to keep his breeches from getting dirty, he sat
there like a child that has been instructed to keep