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picture gazing. Tomorrow we have Capt. Chule to dinner. He came up the West coast
with us and is accustomed to a temperature of 120 degrees.
New Year's eve we spend with Lady Lewis where we dine and keep it up until four in the
morning. We will easily be able to get back here but how we can get a hansom from here
to the great city, I can't imagine. I have seen none in five days. It is fine to be surrounded
by busts of Carlyle, Whistler, Rosetti and Turner's own, but occasionally you wish for a
taxicab. Tomorrow I am going on a spree to the great city of London. The novel goes on
smoothly, and all is well. I am still running for Mayor of Chelsea.
Love to you all.
LONDON--January 1, 1909.
I drank your health and Noll's and Charley's last night and so we all came into the New
Year together. I hope it will be as good for me as the last. Certainly Chas. is coming on
well with another book. It is splendid. I am so very, very glad. Some of the very best
stories anybody has written will be in his next book.
We dined at the Lewis's. There were 150 at dinner and as we live in Chelsea now--one
might as well be in Brooklyn--we were a half hour late. Fancy feeling you were keeping
150 people hungry. I sat at Lady Lewis's table with some interesting men and one
beautiful woman all dressed in glass over pink silk, and pearls, and pearls and then,
pearls. She said "Who am I" and I said "You look like a girl in America, who used to
stand under a green paper lamp shade up in a farm house in New Hampshire and play a
violin." Whereat there was much applause, because it seemed she was that girl, the
daughter of a Mrs. Van S----, who wrote short stories. Her daughter was L---- Van S----
now the wife of a baronet and worth five million dollars. The board we paid then was
eight dollars a week. Now, we are dining with her next Monday and as I insisted on gold
plate she said "Very well, I'll get out the gold plate." But wasn't it dramatic of me to
remember her after twenty two years?
LONDON-February 23, 1909.
George Washington's health was celebrated by drinking it at dinner. I had been asked to
speak at a banquet but for some strange reason could not see myself in the part. The great
Frohman arrived last night and we are all agitated until he speaks. If he would only like
my plays as some of the actors do, I would be passing rich. Barrie asked himself to lunch
yesterday and was very entertaining. He told us of a letter he received from Guy
DuMaurier who wrote "An Englishman's Home" which has made a sensation second to