"I am not one of those who pretend to any extraordinary knowledge of weather symptoms," he began, and he stood in the middle of the path, while a gardener leant on his spade and watched us; "indeed, I have often noticed that those who make the greatest pretensions of that kind are themselves most frequently mistaken. In fact, my friend Dr. Marshall, who wrote the meteorological reports for _The Times_ newspaper, was frequently himself in doubt whether or no to take out an umbrella for a walk." I did not venture to interrupt him again for some time, and my next outbreak was quite unpremeditated. We were passing a college rugger match, and a pass which was palpably forward escaped the notice of the referee. I joined in the cry of "forward" which was raised, and the Warden stopped once more and actually smiled. On this occasion I had forgotten all about him, and my shout probably surprised him as much as me. "I am sorry," I said to him, "but I really couldn't help it." "There is no occasion to express or even to feel regret," he answered, and his eyes twinkled delightfully; "if youth lost its spontaneity it would at one and the same moment lose its charm. Did your cry refer to this?" He pointed with his umbrella to a scrimmage which was taking place a few yards away from us. "Some one threw the ball forward, which he is not allowed to do," I explained, and a man was hurled into touch close to the spot where we were standing. "The game of football which I believe bears the honoured name of Rugby appeals, or it seems to me to appeal, to the more violent of the emotions. Do you play this game, which strikes the eye of the observant, but not initiated, as the relic of an age in which brute force rather than science was the aim of the athlete?" He walked on as he finished speaking, and I told him that I played Rugby football and liked it. "I like nearly every game," I added. He glanced at me quickly, and after we had walked a little way he began again. "The excellent Lord Chesterfield in his _Letters_ stated that it was very disagreeable to seem reserved, and very dangerous not to be so; most of my young friends impress me with the fact that they have learned that maxim too well. But you on the contrary----" He waved his umbrella and did not finish the sentence. "There is no harm in liking games," I answered; "if I did not take heaps of exercise I should never be well, or able to read." "Heaps of exercise," he repeated, and looked oddly at me. "I mean a fearful lot of exercise," I explained. "You did not quote 'Mens sana in corpore sano,' for which I have to thank you, even if your use of the English language affords reasonable grounds for protest. Heaps of mud, heaps of rubbish, but not, I think, heaps of exercise." "Heaps of money," I ventured to suggest, but he shook his head sadly.