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	    Seymour and Fent.
looked chubby and smug, and curiously like Bel-
lew�s caricature of him (see fly-leaf of Vol 10. of
this Diary).    With him came Fent, a short, beard-
ed German, not of unpleasant appearance, as he
ought to be, seeing that he is perfectly well aware
of Seymour�s particular relations with his wife.  The
woman herself didn�t appear.     (They all live toget-
her!)    Seymour spoke of having parted from Bel-
lew, in London, on the eve before his own departure;
when the latter was almost helplessly drunk, and
wanting to go to the Arundel Club, from which
Seymour dissuaded him.      He and Fent went off,
after a drink, Cahill and I accepting an invi-
tation to dine with Ducykman and others at the
Jones� House, a little hotel, outside the grounds.
In the bar we were introduced to the chaplain, one
Jones, he who had preached a twenty minutes ser-
mon to the troops that morning, which he cackled
about.   Commending its brevity, Cahill pronounced
that feature of it, �d____d good!� bettering the mat-
ter by apologizing!   The chaplain had been a law-
yer, was a �man of the world� � and, I think, an
ass.       The dinner would have been excellent, had
the meat been served in another state than that ob-
jected to by St. Paul in his condemnation of
Laodicean christians.   We had wine to it, cham-