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tude and they repaid his love with compound interest. No English- man of his time excited deeper veneration or more unbounded enthusiasm among educated Indians than this ex-member of the Indian Civil Service, and it is worthy of note that among English- men the staunchest friends of the Congress movement in its early days were all members of the Indian Civil Service who had risen to distinction in that service. What precious opportunities the members of the Indian Civil Service had to win the affections and the regard of the people; and how seldom did they avail themselves of these opportunities to strengthen the bonds that should unite Indians and Englishmen in the ties of a common citizenship! But the angle of vision is now happily changing; and thoughtful Indians are hope- fully looking forward to the time when the enjoyment of equal civic rights may create new and stronger ties of unity than now exist.

The breakfast took place on June 24. In less than a week's time an event occurred which stirred India and England alike. On the night of July 1, at the anniversary meeting of the National Indian Association, Sir William Curzon-Wyllie, Political Aide-de-camp to the Secretary of State for India, and Dr. Lalkaka were shot dead by a young Indian of the name of Dhingra. Almost at the time when this tragic event took place, we were being entertained at dinner as members of the Imperial Press Conference by Lord Strathcona. I had been invited to the anniversary of the National Indian Association, and at one time I had a mind to attend it. But, as it was getting late, I slipped off, and went to my rooms in Clements' Inn. The toasts were being proposed and speeches made, and, as I thought it would be very late for me, I quietly went away, leaving the party to enjoy their postprandial orations. My friend, Mr. K. N. Das Gupta, who was waiting to take me home, suggested that I might look in for a minute at the Imperial Institute and see how the function of the National Indian Association was going on; but I was tired and sleepy, and preferred my bed to the excitement of an evening party, little dreaming of the tragic happenings that were taking place about the very time when I was deciding as to whether I should abstain or attend.

On the following morning, July 2, almost immediately after I had finished my breakfast, a newspaper reporter called on me. He was the first to give me news of the tragic event. He said, 'Will you give me what particulars you can, of the assassination of Sir William Curzon-Wyllie?' I said in a vein of horrified astonishment, 'Assas- sination of Sir William Curzon-Wyllie! I know nothing at all about.