"Oh, does he? How interesting! I love authors! You must introduce him to me some day. Bring him to one of my literary teas. I always make a point of raising an author or so for the afternoon. It pleases my crowd so, far better than music and recitations, and played-out amusements of that kind; and then one doesn't have to pay them. They are only too glad to come and get paid in kind looks that cost nothing. The queerer they are, the more people believe in them. I used to have Socialists, but really they were _too_ dirty! Some authors now are quite smart, and wear their hair no longer than Lord Scilly, or so very little longer. Now, there is Morrell Aix, the man who wrote _The Laundress_. I took him up, but he had been obliged, he said, to live in the slums for two years to get up his facts, and you could have grown mustard and cress on the creases of his collar. And I do think, considering the advertisement he gave them, the laundresses might have taken more trouble with the poor man's shirts!" I knew Mr. Aix, of course, and I have often seen Mother take the clothes-brush to him, but I said nothing, for I like to show I can hold my tongue. Knowledge is power, if it's ever so unimportant. We didn't go far from the house with walls like stopped teeth, before she pulled up at another rather smart little door in a street called Curzon. "Here we are at my place, and there's Simmy Hermyre on the doorstep waiting to be asked to lunch." It was a nice clean house with green shutters and lovely lace curtains at the windows, that Ariadne would have been glad of for a dress, all gathered and tucked and made to fit the sash as if it had been a person. The young man standing at the front door had a coat with a waist, and a nice clean face, and a collar that wouldn't let him turn his head quickly. He helped us out, and she laughed at him as if he was hers. "Are you under the impression that I have asked you to lunch? Why, I don't suppose there is any!" Imagine her saying that when she had brought me all the way from Isleworth to have it! I didn't, of course, say anything, and she made me go in, and the young man followed us, quite calm, although she had said there wasn't anything for him to eat. "I would introduce you to this person" (I thought it so nice of her not to stick on the offensive words little or young!) "only it strikes me I don't know her name." She didn't ask it, but went on, "It's a most original little creature, and amused me more in an hour than you have in a year, my dear boy!"