"My tutor at Eton, Mr. Arthur James, had a brilliant brain for classics, but not for other things. After he retired he went to live near Paignton, in Devonshire. One day he was bicycling home when he met a friend who stopped him and in the course of conversation remarked that James had got a new bicycle. 'Dear me,' said James, 'I must have taken the postmaster's by mistake.' He thereupon returned to the post office, some seven miles, leaned the bicycle against the wall, went inside, apologized to the postmaster, mounted the same bicycle, and rode home on it."