As you return to your study you reflect that he will have to travel all the way to Scotland in evening dress, and will have to send out the hotel porter in the morning to buy him a suit of ready-made clothes, and are glad. Matters work out still more awkwardly when it is he who is the host. I remember being with him on his house-boat one day. It was a little after twelve, and we were sitting on the edge of the boat, dangling our feet in the river--the spot was a lonely one, half-way between Wallingford and Day's Lock. Suddenly round the bend appeared two skiffs, each one containing six elaborately-dressed persons. As soon as they caught sight of us they began waving handkerchiefs and parasols. "Hullo!" I said, "here's some people hailing you." "Oh, they all do that about here," he answered, without looking up. "Some beanfeast from Abingdon, I expect." The boats draw nearer. When about two hundred yards off an elderly gentleman raised himself up in the prow of the leading one and shouted to us. McQuae heard his voice, and gave a start that all but pitched him into the water. "Good God!" he cried, "I'd forgotten all about it." "About what?" I asked. "Why, it's the Palmers and the Grahams and the Hendersons. I've asked them all over to lunch, and there's not a blessed thing on board but two mutton chops and a pound of potatoes, and I've given the boy a holiday." Another day I was lunching with him at the Junior Hogarth, when a man named Hallyard, a mutual friend, strolled across to us. "What are you fellows going to do this afternoon?" he asked, seating himself the opposite side of the table. "I'm going to stop here and write letters," I answered. "Come with me if you want something to do," said McQuae. "I'm going to drive Leena down to Richmond." ("Leena" was the young lady he recollected being engaged to. It transpired afterwards that he was engaged to three girls at the time. The other two he had forgotten all about.) "It's a roomy seat at the back." "Oh, all right," said Hallyard, and they went away together in a hansom. An hour and a half later Hallyard walked into the smoking-room looking depressed and worn, and flung himself into a chair. "I thought you were going to Richmond with McQuae," I said. "So did I," he answered. "Had an accident?" I asked. "Yes." He was decidedly curt in his replies. "Cart upset?" I continued. "No, only me." His grammar and his nerves seemed thoroughly shaken. I waited for an explanation, and after a while he gave it. "We got to Putney," he said, "with just an occasional run into a tram- car, and were going up the hill, when suddenly he turned a corner. You know his style at a corner--over the curb, across the road, and into the opposite lamp-post. Of course, as a rule one is prepared for it, but I never reckoned on his turning up there, and the first thing I recollect is finding myself sitting in the middle of the street with a dozen fools grinning at me.