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13 April 1881 — 3 Savile Row | |
Wednesday. 13th [April 1881]. Busy morning over accts &c & sat at breakfast with Monty. At 1.30 went off in a cab to lunch at the Burrs. Miss Scobell & Mrs & Mr Burr were at home. Directly afterwards I went in next door to pay Lady Hammond a visit & we had a little gossip over Rome & our prospects of going there which seem to be very probable. She said she was sure we shd get on with the Italians & she only hoped we should not be too kind to the English. Mrs Burr took me out driving with her– We went to leave cards on Mrs Lecky—& to the Kensington Art needle work Exhibition. I did not care much for it tho’ there were many interesting things. I thought the modern art work detestable. We happened to meet the Squire there & he went with us a little way in the carriage & Mrs Burr took me home. On arriving I found Henry entertaining Mrs Drummond & Mrs Kay & Mrs Austin (Temmy). Later Monty came in & Mr Burton called & got very much puzzled over our chaff of Temmy. Mr Poynter called & Monty took him into the breakfast room to see his old stuffs some of wh Poynter admired very much. Mr Bell called & sat with Henry while I consulted with Mr Blogg abt resetting 2 emerald drops of mine. We dined at Mrs John Stanley’s at 37 Wimpole St & met Lady Dorothy Neville, Booth the American actor, Mr Gorst, Mr & Mrs Thomson Hankey &c. I was taken to dinner by Mr T. Hankey & had Booth on my left. I cant say the dinner was over lively– Booth seemed a good kind of man with a pale face, dark large eyes & longish black hair & a somewhat tragic face. He talked much & feelingly of his wife whom he said had consumption of the throat & was deranged in mind. He seemed proud to say that his father had been an Englishman & had settled in America– In the evening a “tail” came in & we saw several people, Sir Hy Thompson, Mr Burton &c &c & a tall man with a big head—with long straight colourless hair who wore a single daffodil in his buttonhole was pointed out as the poet Oscar Wylde. He was at once introduced to Lady Dorothy who had expressed a wish to know all kinds of queer people to amuse her– | |
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