Adventures and Letters HTML version
When the season in Paris had reached its end, Richard returned to London and later on to
Marion, where he spent the late summer and early fall, working on his Mediterranean and
Paris articles, and completing his novel "Soldiers of Fortune." In October he returned to
New York and once more assumed his editorial duties and took his usual active interest
in the winter's gayeties.
The first of these letters refers to a dinner of welcome given to Sir Henry Irving. The last
two to books by my mother and Richard, and which were published simultaneously.
NEW YORK, November 27, 1893.
The dinner was very fine. I was very glad I went. Whitelaw Reid sat on one side of Sir
Henry Irving and Horace Porter on the other. Howells and Warner came next. John
Russell Young and Mark Twain, Millet, Palmer, Hutton, Gilder and a lot more were
there. There were no newspaper men, not even critics nor actors there, which struck me
as interesting. The men were very nice to me. Especially Young, Reid, Irving and
Howells. Everybody said when I came in, "I used to know you when you were a little
boy," so that some one said finally, "What a disagreeable little boy you MUST have
been." I sat next a chap from Brazil who told me lots of amusing things. One story if it is
good saves a whole day for me. One he told was of a German explorer to whom Don
Pedro gave an audience. The Emperor asked him, with some touch of patronage, if he had
ever met a king before. "Yes," the German said thoughtfully; "five, three wild and two
Mark Twain told some very funny stories, and captured me because I never thought him
funny before, and Irving told some about Stanley, and everybody talked interestingly.
Irving said he was looking forward to seeing Dad when he reached Philadelphia. "It is
nice to have seen you," he said, "but I have still to see your father," as though I was not
NEW YORK, 1893.
I cannot tell you how touched and moved I was by the three initials in the book. It was a
genuine and complete surprise and when I came across it while I was examining the
letterpress with critical approbation and with no idea of what was to come, it left me quite
breathless-- It was so sweet of you-- You understand me and I understand you and you
know how much that counts to me-- I think the book is awfully pretty and in such good
taste-- It is quite a delight to the eye and I am much more keen about it than over any of
my own-- I have sent it to some of my friends but I have not read it yet myself, as I am