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Then
we
would
talk
of
agents
and
the
offers
they
had
obtained
for
us
;
of
editors
and
the
sort
of
contributions
they
welcomed
,
how
much
they
paid
a
thousand
,
and
whether
they
paid
promptly
or
otherwise
.
To
me
it
was
all
very
romantic
.
It
gave
me
an
intimate
sense
of
being
a
member
of
some
mystic
brotherhood
.
No
one
was
kinder
to
me
at
that
time
than
Rose
Waterford
.
She
combined
a
masculine
intelligence
with
a
feminine
perversity
,
and
the
novels
she
wrote
were
original
and
disconcerting
.
It
was
at
her
house
one
day
that
I
met
Charles
Strickland
’
s
wife
.
Miss
Waterford
was
giving
a
tea
-
party
,
and
her
small
room
was
more
than
usually
full
.
Everyone
seemed
to
be
talking
,
and
I
,
sitting
in
silence
,
felt
awkward
;
but
I
was
too
shy
to
break
into
any
of
the
groups
that
seemed
absorbed
in
their
own
affairs
.
Miss
Waterford
was
a
good
hostess
,
and
seeing
my
embarrassment
came
up
to
me
.
"
I
want
you
to
talk
to
Mrs
.
Strickland
,
"
she
said
.
"
She
’
s
raving
about
your
book
.
"
"
What
does
she
do
?
"
I
asked
.
I
was
conscious
of
my
ignorance
,
and
if
Mrs
.
Strickland
was
a
well
-
known
writer
I
thought
it
as
well
to
ascertain
the
fact
before
I
spoke
to
her
.
Rose
Waterford
cast
down
her
eyes
demurely
to
give
greater
effect
to
her
reply
.
"
She
gives
luncheon
-
parties
.
You
’
ve
only
got
to
roar
a
little
,
and
she
’
ll
ask
you
.
"
Rose
Waterford
was
a
cynic
.
She
looked
upon
life
as
an
opportunity
for
writing
novels
and
the
public
as
her
raw
material
.
Now
and
then
she
invited
members
of
it
to
her
house
if
they
showed
an
appreciation
of
her
talent
and
entertained
with
proper
lavishness
.
She
held
their
weakness
for
lions
in
good
-
humoured
contempt
,
but
played
to
them
her
part
of
the
distinguished
woman
of
letters
with
decorum
.
I
was
led
up
to
Mrs
.
Strickland
,
and
for
ten
minutes
we
talked
together
.
I
noticed
nothing
about
her
except
that
she
had
a
pleasant
voice
.
She
had
a
flat
in
Westminster
,
overlooking
the
unfinished
cathedral
,
and
because
we
lived
in
the
same
neighbourhood
we
felt
friendly
disposed
to
one
another
.
The
Army
and
Navy
Stores
are
a
bond
of
union
between
all
who
dwell
between
the
river
and
St
.
James
’
s
Park
.
Mrs
.
Strickland
asked
me
for
my
address
,
and
a
few
days
later
I
received
an
invitation
to
luncheon
.
