up to Cambridge in the morning, through a number of pretty little villages with "Mother Goose" names. It was rather exciting at times for neither Anderson nor I had driven a Hup before; besides, the sudden change from driving on the right hand side of the road to the left, which is the English way, was hard to get used to. Lillie showed us around the University; Pembroke, where he himself had studied, and Christ's, Trinity and Kings Colleges. The only students left are a few East Indians and some young boys. The majority of colleges have been taken over by the government for training schools. Lillie learned from his proctor that three of his intimate friends had been killed in the Service and that practically everyone in the university had enlisted.
I'm spending my money even faster here than I did in Paris. I ordered two new suits and a snappy raincoat from a tailor in Southampton Row. I walked over to the British Museum while I was up there, but found it had been closed for over a year. Fully a dozen people had told me before I went there that it was still open---like the French in Paris, Londoners don't know London's attractions.
