I first made Billy’s acquaintance in the Row, where a capable groom was teaching him to ride a very small skewbald pony.  This happened in the week after our Jack was born, when I was perforce companionless:  but as soon as Violet could ride again, she too fell a victim to the red curls and seraphic face of this urchin.  And so, when Billy’s mother began, later in the season, to appear in the Row, Billy (now promoted to a larger pony) introduced us in his own fashion and we quickly made friends.  By this time she had been “presented,” and was fairly on her feet in London:  and henceforward her career resembled not so much a conquest as the progress of a Roman Emperor.  I am not referring to the vulgar achievements of mere wealth.  Wherever these people went, to be sure, they left outposts—­a Mediterranean villa, a deer forest behind the Grampians, small Saturday-to-Monday establishments beside the Thames and the North Sea, and furnished abodes on short leases near Newmarket and Ascot Heaths; not to mention nomadic trifles such as houseboats and yachts.  Any one with money can purchase these, and any one having a cook can fill them with people of a sort.  The quality of Mrs. Seely-Hardwicke’s success was seen in this, that from the first she knew none but the right people:  and though, as her circle widened, it included names of higher and yet higher lustre, yet (if I may press a somewhat confused metaphor) its rings were concentric and hardly distinct.  She never, I believe, was forced to drop an old acquaintance because she had found a new one.  The just estimate of our Western manners which you, my dear Prince, formed at Balliol, will enable you to grasp the singularity of such a triumph.  Its rapidity, I must admit, perplexes me still.  But in those old days we studied Arnold Toynbee overmuch and neglected the civilising influences of the card-table.  By the time the Seely-Hardwickes took their house near Hyde Park Corner, philanthropy was beginning to stale and our leaders to perceive that the rejuvenation of society must be effected (if at all) not by bestowing money on the poor, but by losing it to the rich.  Seely-Hardwicke himself was understood to spend most of his time in the City, looking after the interests of canned fruits and making small fortunes out of his redundant cash.

You will readily understand that we soon came to see little of our new acquaintances.  A small private income and the trivial wage commanded by society verses in this country (so different in many respects from Abyssinia) confined us to a much narrower orbit.  But we were invited pretty often to their dinners, and the notes I have given you were taken on these occasions.  Last night there were potentates at Mrs. Seely-Hardwicke’s—­several imported, and one of British growth.  To-day—­but you shall hear it in the fewest words.

Three days back, Billy failed to turn up in the Row.  We met his mother riding alone and asked the reason.  She told us the child had a cough and something of a sore throat and she thought it wiser to keep him at home.