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he was saddled with no responsibilities, and what he
felt like next morning was neither here nor there. He
looked surprisingly well on this regime, and con-
tinued to take the world into his confidence. (He was
either solemnly sober or solemnly tipsy; his interme-
diate state was chatty, though his intermediate utter-
ances weren't memorable.) But Kegworthy's convi-
vialities were a serious handicap to his efficiency as
an officer, though so far it had been "overlooked".
He did not make a second appearance in the saddle,
But about a week after his debut, when I was getting
formal permission from the Assistant-Adjutant to go
out hunting the next day, he suggested that I should
take Kegworthy with me and get him, to put it can-
didly, sobered down. The meet was twenty-three
miles away, which made it all the better for the pur-
pose. So it was arranged. The Mister was mounting
me, and we were to call for him with the erratic Ford
car at Mrs. O'DonnelPs house (which was where he

It was a pouring wet morning and blowing half a
gale. Kegworthy, who said he was feeling like hell,
was unwilling to start, but I assured him that the
rain would soon blow over. Mrs. O'Donnell came
out on to her doorstep, and while we were waiting
under the porch for The Mister, she asked me to try
and bring him straight home after hunting. "The
O'Hallorans are coming to dinner—and of course
we are expecting you and Mr. Kegworthy to join us.
But Mrs. O'Halloran's a bit stiff and starched; and
The Mister's such a terrible one for calling on his
friends on the way back; and it isn't barley water
they offer him." At this moment The Mister came
out, looking very festive in his scarlet coat and canary
•yvaistcoat. He was optimistic about the weather an<J