12.5 a.m.--Rose to go to bed. Was about to turn out gas in hall when I discovered the lieutenant standing with his face to the wall playing pat- a-cake with it. Gave him three-parts of a tumbler of brandy. Said he felt better and went upstairs. Arrived in his bed-room, he looked about him carefully, and then, with a superb sweep of his left arm, swept the best Chippendale looking-glass in the family off the dressing table and dived face down-wards to the floor, missing death and the corner of the chest of drawers by an inch. 12:15 a.m.--Rolled him on to his back and got his feet on the bed. They fell off again as soon as they were cleaner than the quilt. The lieutenant, startled by the crash, opened his eyes and climbed into bed unaided. 12.20 a.m.--Sent Private Merited for the M.O., Captain Geranium. 12.25 a.m.--Mixed a dose of brandy and castor-oil in a tumbler. Am told it slips down like an oyster that way--bad oyster, I should think. Lieut. True Born jibbed. Reminded him that England expects that every man will take his castor-oil. Reply unprintable. Apologized a moment later. Said that his mind was wandering and that he thought he was a colonel. Reassured him. 12.40 a.m.--Private Merited returned with the M.O. Latter nicely dressed in musical-comedy pyjamas of ravishing hue, and great-coat, with rose- tinted feet thrust into red morocco slippers. Held consultation and explained my treatment. M.O. much impressed, anxious to know whether I was a doctor. Told him "No," but that I knew all the ropes. First give patient castor-oil, then diet him and call every day to make sure that he doesn't like his food. After that, if he shows signs of getting well too soon, give him a tonic. . . . M.O. stuffy. Dec. 10.--M.O. diagnosed attack as due to something which True Born believes to be tobacco, with which he disinfects the house, the mess-sheds, and the streets of Berkhamsted. Dec. 11.--True Born, shorn of thirteen pipes a day out of sixteen, disparages the whole race of M.O.'s. Dec. 14.--He obtains leave to attend wedding of a great-aunt and ransacks London for a specialist who advocates strong tobacco. Dec. 15.--He classes specialists with M.O.'s. Is surprised (and apparently disappointed) that, so far, the breaking of the looking-glass has brought me no ill-luck. Feel somewhat uneasy myself until glass is repaired by local cabinet-maker. Jan. 10, 1917.--Lieut. True Born starts to break in another horse. Feb. 1.--Horse broken. March 3.--Running short of tobacco, go to my billet's room and try a pipe of his. Take all the remedies except the castor-oil.