serious results would occur unless all work were put on one side for some months; with reasonable care and freedom from worry H. H.'s life might be prolonged for many years, but he would not be able to stand undue excitement or strain. A verdict that future events were to prove only too true. The long weeks of convalescence were very trying to H. H., in spite of the kindness of friends who did everything possible to cheer him. The word "Postage" was forbidden, and only light literature was allowed. His chief delight was in a number of books by Pett Ridge—sent to him by a thoughtful friend—which he ever afterwards declared the best medicine for a sick man.
Like many others, H. H. found compensation in the midst of his trials. Every day brought some token of kindness or remembrance. Old friends from the Carlton Club came to amuse him with good stories, and the latest gossip. Messages and wishes for a speedy recovery reached Lady Henniker Heaton from both sides of the House of Commons, and "please say to him a number of our Members from Ireland join in this wish" wrote William Redmond.
A telegram from Sir Thomas Lipton offering H. H. a voyage in the "Shamrock" to recuperate was reluctantly declined, as involving too great a responsiblity for his host, though the kindness was deeply appreciated.
As the weather grew warmer H. H. was able to spend most of the day sitting under the trees in Eaton Square, and here by good fortune he found two little friends who beguiled the long hours as only children can do. Mercy and Mary Webbe, daughters of the famous cricketer, A. J. Webbe, were the centre of a party of children who met in the Square every morning and
