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My
engagements
were
few
,
and
I
was
glad
to
accept
.
When
I
arrived
,
a
little
late
,
because
in
my
fear
of
being
too
early
I
had
walked
three
times
round
the
cathedral
,
I
found
the
party
already
complete
.
Miss
Waterford
was
there
and
Mrs
.
Jay
,
Richard
Twining
and
George
Road
.
We
were
all
writers
.
It
was
a
fine
day
,
early
in
spring
,
and
we
were
in
a
good
humour
.
We
talked
about
a
hundred
things
.
Miss
Waterford
,
torn
between
the
aestheticism
of
her
early
youth
,
when
she
used
to
go
to
parties
in
sage
green
,
holding
a
daffodil
,
and
the
flippancy
of
her
maturer
years
,
which
tended
to
high
heels
and
Paris
frocks
,
wore
a
new
hat
.
It
put
her
in
high
spirits
.
I
had
never
heard
her
more
malicious
about
our
common
friends
.
Mrs
.
Jay
,
aware
that
impropriety
is
the
soul
of
wit
,
made
observations
in
tones
hardly
above
a
whisper
that
might
well
have
tinged
the
snowy
tablecloth
with
a
rosy
hue
.
Richard
Twining
bubbled
over
with
quaint
absurdities
,
and
George
Road
,
conscious
that
he
need
not
exhibit
a
brilliancy
which
was
almost
a
by
-
word
,
opened
his
mouth
only
to
put
food
into
it
.
Mrs
.
Strickland
did
not
talk
much
,
but
she
had
a
pleasant
gift
for
keeping
the
conversation
general
;
and
when
there
was
a
pause
she
threw
in
just
the
right
remark
to
set
it
going
once
more
.
She
was
a
woman
of
thirty
-
seven
,
rather
tall
and
plump
,
without
being
fat
;
she
was
not
pretty
,
but
her
face
was
pleasing
,
chiefly
,
perhaps
,
on
account
of
her
kind
brown
eyes
.
Her
skin
was
rather
sallow
.
Her
dark
hair
was
elaborately
dressed
.
She
was
the
only
woman
of
the
three
whose
face
was
free
of
make
-
up
,
and
by
contrast
with
the
others
she
seemed
simple
and
unaffected
.
The
dining
-
room
was
in
the
good
taste
of
the
period
.
It
was
very
severe
.
There
was
a
high
dado
of
white
wood
and
a
green
paper
on
which
were
etchings
by
Whistler
in
neat
black
frames
.
The
green
curtains
with
their
peacock
design
,
hung
in
straight
lines
,
and
the
green
carpet
,
in
the
pattern
of
which
pale
rabbits
frolicked
among
leafy
trees
,
suggested
the
influence
of
William
Morris
.
There
was
blue
delft
on
the
chimney
-
piece
.
At
that
time
there
must
have
been
five
hundred
dining
-
rooms
in
London
decorated
in
exactly
the
same
manner
.
It
was
chaste
,
artistic
,
and
dull
.
When
we
left
I
walked
away
with
Miss
Waterford
,
and
the
fine
day
and
her
new
hat
persuaded
us
to
saunter
through
the
Park
.
"
That
was
a
very
nice
party
,
"
I
said
.
"
Did
you
think
the
food
was
good
?
I
told
her
that
if
she
wanted
writers
she
must
feed
them
well
.
"
"
Admirable
advice
,
"
I
answered
.
"
But
why
does
she
want
them
?
"
Miss
Waterford
shrugged
her
shoulders
.
"
She
finds
them
amusing
.
She
wants
to
be
in
the
movement
.
I
fancy
she
’
s
rather
simple
,
poor
dear
,
and
she
thinks
we
’
re
all
wonderful
.
After
all
,
it
pleases
her
to
ask
us
to
luncheon
,
and
it
doesn
’
t
hurt
us
.
I
like
her
for
it
.
"
Looking
back
,
I
think
that
Mrs
.
