have not even a visiting acquaintance with her." At the same moment, these self-same winds are "a-sharting in my ear": "We don't confess to nothink of the sort!
Ho, leave us in yer will before yer die!" 'Tis well to be you, looking forward to sailing the Spanish Main. . . .
Of Philip Guedalla's Supers and Supermen, Teixeira writes, 7. 11. 20: I have got it out of the Times Book Club because of a kindly notice. There are two or three delicious plums in it. . . .
Among the happy phrases is one—"nudging us with his inimitably knowing inverted commas"—to which I would in my mean, Parthian way call your attention, as bearing upon one of our recent controversies. . . .
What is B. N. C., a Noxford college mentioned in Galsworthy's book?[1] he asks, 10. 11. 20. Bras (?z) enos? How I hate these initials!. . .
On St. Stanislaus' Day, he writes:
Many thanks for your letter of yesterday (which was the eve of St. Stanislaus) . . . I have no . . . bright social news for you.
- ↑ In Chancery.
