Ever since the publication of Aylwin I have, at various times, seen in Notes and Queries, the Daily Chronicle, the Contemporary Review, and other organs, inquiries as to the identification of the characters that appear in that story.  And now that an inquiry comes from so remote a place as Libau in Russia, I think I may come forward and say what I know on the subject.  But, of course, within the limited space that could possibly be allotted to me in Notes and Queries, I can only say a few words on a subject that would require many pages to treat adequately.  Until Aylwin appeared, Mr. Joseph Knight’s monograph on Rossetti in the ‘Great Writers’ series was, with the sole exception of what has been written about him by his own family and by my late father, Dr. Gordon Hake, in his Memoirs of Eighty Years, the only account that gave the reader the least idea of the man—­his fascination, his brilliance, his generosity, and his whimsical qualities.  But in Aylwin Rossetti lives as I knew him; it is impossible to imagine a more living picture of the man.  I have stayed with Rossetti at 16 Cheyne Walk for weeks at a time, and at Bognor also, and at Kelmscott—­the ‘Hurstcote’ of Aylwin.  With regard to ‘Hurstcote,’ I well knew ’the large bedroom with low-panelled walls and the vast antique bedstead made of black carved oak’ upon which Winifred Wynne slept.  In fact, the only thing in the description of this room that I do not remember is the beautiful Madonna and Child upon the frame of which was written ‘Chiaro dell’ Erma’ (readers of Hand and Soul will remember that name).  This quaint and picturesque bedroom leads by two or three steps to the tapestried room ’covered with old faded tapestry—­so faded, indeed, that its general effect was that of a dull grey texture’—­depicting the story of Samson.  Rossetti used the tapestry room as a studio, and I have seen in it the very same pictures that so attracted the attention of Winifred Wynne:  the ‘grand brunette’ (painted from Mrs. Morris) ’holding a pomegranate in her hand’; the ’other brunette, whose beautiful eyes are glistening and laughing over the fruit she is holding up’ (painted from the same famous Irish beauty named Smith who appears in The Beloved), and the blonde ‘under the apple blossoms’ (painted from a still more beautiful woman—­Mrs. Stillman).  These pictures were not permanently placed there, but, as it chanced, they were there (for retouching) on a certain occasion when I was visiting at Kelmscott.  With regard to the green room in which Winifred took her first breakfast at ‘Hurstcote’ I am a little in confusion.  It seems to me more like the green dining-room in Cheyne Walk, decorated with antique mirrors, which was painted by Dunn, showing Rossetti reading his poems aloud.  This is the only portrait of Rossetti that really calls up the man before me.  As Mr. Watts-Dunton is the owner of Dunn’s drawing, and as so many people want