On Sunday we left Government House in order to be with Guy Coles during his three days’ leave.

It rained all the morning:  we went to Church at a spikey little chapel just outside Government House gate.  It cleared about noon and we walked down to the Brewery, about three miles to meet Guy.  When he arrived we had lunch there and then got ponies.

We had arranged to take Guy straight to a picnic with a nice Mrs. Willmott of Agra, who comes here for the hot weather.  So we rode up past the lake and to the very top of Agarpatta, one of the humps on the rim of hills.  It took us over two hours, and the mist settled in just as we arrived, about 5, so we picnicked chillily on a misty mountain-top; but Mrs. Willmott and her sister are exceptionally nice people, so we all enjoyed it.  They have two small children and a lady nurse for them.  I never met one before, but it is quite a sensible plan out here.

We only got back to this Hotel just before dinner, and there I found a wire from Major Wyatt asking me if I would command a draft and take it to the 4th Hants in the Persian Gulf.  This is the exact fulfilment of the calculation I wrote to you in April, but it came as a surprise at the moment.  I was more excited than either pleased or depressed.  I don’t hanker after fighting, and I would, of course, have preferred to go with the regiment and not as a draft.  But now that I’m in for it, the interest of doing something after all these months of hanging about, and in particular the responsibility of looking after the draft on the way, seems likely to absorb all other feelings.  What appeals to me most is the purely unmilitary prospect of being able to protect the men, to some extent, from the, I’m sure, largely preventible sickness there has been in the P.G.  The only remark that ever made me feel a sudden desire to go to any front was when O’Connor at Lahore told me (quite untruly as it turned out) that “the Hampshires are dying like flies at Basra.”  As a matter of fact, they only had ten deaths, but a great deal of sickness, and I do enjoy the prospect of trying to be efficient about that.  As for fighting, it doesn’t look as if there would be much, whereon Purefoy greatly commiserates me; but if that is the only privation I shan’t complain!

I’m afraid your lively imagination will conjure up every kind of horror, and that is the only thing that distresses me about going:  but clearly a tropical climate suits me better than most people, and I will be very careful to avoid all unnecessary risks! both for your peace of mind and also to keep the men up to the mark, to say nothing of less exalted motives.

I know no details at all yet.  I am to return to Agra on Saturday, so I shall only lose forty-eight hours of my most heavenly fortnight here.

I got this wire Sunday evening and Purefoy sat up talking on my bed till quite late as we had a lot to say to each other.