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better) I ventured to make some sort of conversation, in course of 

 which I learned that he was coming up to meet a brother and 

 nephew, the latter going to Cambridge for the first time. The 

 nephew was going to Trinity and his name was Carr-Ellison. 

 Coming of a tribe which attaches great importance to all relation- 

 ships and remote collaterals, and also being a bit lonely, I ventured 

 to look him up and went once to breakfast. When I called I found 

 him in his bath after beagling. Nothing more came of it at the 

 time as I had already let myself in for rowing, except that an old 

 schoolfellow of his, who was also a Caius man, was a fellow guest at 

 breakfast and told me that his nickname of " Judy " dated from his 

 school days at Fettes. But the incident bore fruit later. In my 

 second Christmas vacation I had a fall out hunting with the 

 Ledbury s through my horse tripping in a rabbit hole. I pitched on 

 my head, made a concertina of my best hat, and my horse rolled 

 over me. I was badly shaken and bruised, and having rather a stiff 

 shoulder which made rowing impossible for the time, determined 

 that now I would begin beagling, my very slight acquaintance with 

 J. S. Carr-ElHson emboldening me to face the ordeal of joining what 

 was otherwise a crowd of rather "hefty" strangers. They were 

 really quite nice and kind, but an undergraduate is very chary of 

 plunging alone into a strange world. Life, of course, is full of such 

 coincidences but they are none the less interesting. Had not the 

 London and North Western Eailway brought me into contact with 

 Colonel Carr I should perhaps never have beagled, and then it would 

 never have fallen to my lot to write this history. Indeed, had I not 

 gone on from Eugby to Willesden instead of getting out at Bletchley, 

 and so arrived at Cambridge by a train later than I had intended, I 

 should never have travelled with Colonel Carr at all; so on that 

 trivial mistake the writing of this history and much else in my 

 Kismet hang. But I forget! I am supposed to be "giving the 

 lioor " to Monsieur " Judy " himself, and must keep my own yarns 

 till afterwards. I will try not to interrupt again ! 



