Still thinking of yesterday. Col. Brase played for us in the hotel his fourth phantasia, the best of them all. He certainly played it splendidly. Col. Brase, funny to say, was boasting all the way to anybody he met and to us about the Governor-General ((From 1922-1937 the Governor-General was the representative of the British monarch in the Irish Free State, though no longer called the Viceroy.)) and himself, etc. but in him it is not pride but more innocence. We had really a glorious day yesterday. – Got a terrible fright to hear in school that all the Honours fellows (my class) are going in for Matric. ((Matriculation examination: the university entrance examination set by the National University of Ireland.)) this year. They were only told yesterday. Dr. Scannell asked me whether I would go in also, and said he thought I would pass quite easily, but I was too nervous of Irish and maths, and said I would rather not. I am in a terrible mix-up now as I do not want to be an exception in my class for next year, and yet I could never get my Irish authors done in two months, as Dickie did not do one of them during the year. Another reason is that I may go to Germany, and if so would leave early in June, before the Matric.
