'All right,' I said. 'I'm not much good as a speaker,but I'll tell them a bit about Australia.'
At my words the cares of the ages slipped from his shoulders, and he was rapturous in his thanks. He lent me a big driving coat—and never troubled to ask why I had started on a motor tour without possessing an ulster—and, as we slipped down the dusty roads,poured into my ears the simple facts of his history.He was an orphan, and his uncle had brought him up—I've forgotten the uncle's name, but he was in the Cabinet, and you can read his speeches in the papers.He had gone round the world after leaving Cambridge,and then, being short of a job, his uncle had advised politics. I gathered that he had no preference in parties.'Good chaps in both,' he said cheerfully, 'and plenty of blighters, too. I'm Liberal, because my family have always been Whigs.' But if he was lukewarm politically he had strong views on other things. He found out I knew a bit about horses, and jawed away about the Derby entries; and he was full of plans for improving his shooting. Altogether, a very clean,decent, callow young man.