At ten o'clock, a man from Clapp and Beazley's with some patterns of socks and underwear. Disposed of _him_, dressed, and by a quarter-to-eleven I was in the Park. Strolled up and down with Lady Ventnor and Sir Hill Birch and saw everybody there was to be seen. I nevah make a single note; my memory's marvellous. Left the Park at twelve and took a taxi to inquire after Lord Harrogate, Charlie Sievewright, and old Lady Dorcas Newnham. I'm not boring you? ROOPE. Boring us! GREEN. Lady Dorcas caught sight of me from her window and hailed me in. I sat with her for twenty minutes--"Greenie" she always calls me--[_mimicking_] "Now, Greenie, what's the noos?" Haw, haw, haw! I walked away from Lady Dorcas's, and was in Upper Grosvenor Street punctually at one. [_To_ ROOPE.] There's been a meeting at the Baroness Van der Meer's to-day, you know, over this fete at the Albert Hall. ROOPE. Ah, yes; I'm to be in Lady Freddy Hoyle's Plantagenet group. I'm a knight in attendance on King John. GREEN. I had a short private chat with the Baroness, and followed her into the drawing-room. They were still at it when I sneaked out at a side door, and heah I am. ROOPE. Extraordinary! Hey, Phil? PHILIP. [_Leaning against the chair by the writing-table, dryly._] Most interesting. GREEN. [_To_ PHILIP, _rising._] I lunch with Roope--[_to_ ROOPE] you'll have to let me off at three, Robbie--and then my grind begins again. ROOPE. [_Throwing up his hands in admiration._] Oh! GREEN. Horse Show, two musical parties--Lady Godalming's and Mrs. Reggie Mosenstein's; then home and more dictation to my secretary. Dine with Sir Patrick and Lady Logan at the Carlton, and then to the Opera with my spy-glass. From Covent Garden I dash down to Fleet Street, write my late stuff, and my day's done--unless I've strength left for Lady Ronaldshaw's dance and a crush at Mrs. Hume-Cutler's. ROOPE. [_Repeating his former action._] Oh! Oh! [NOYES _reappears._ NOYES. Mrs. Walter Quebec. [MRS. WALTER QUEBEC _enters and_ NOYES _withdraws._ ROOPE. [_Taking_ MRS. QUEBEC's _hand._] My dear Mrs. Wally, how _are_ you? MRS. QUEBEC. [_A bright, energetic, fairly young lady._] How'r you, Robbie? Walter is so grieved; he's lunching at the Auto with Tony Baxter. He did try to wriggle out of it--[_Discovering_ GREEN _and going to him with her hand extended._] Oh, I _am_ glad! You're just the man I'm dying to see. GREEN. [_Kissing her hand._] Haw----! MRS. QUEBEC.