Outside the hospitable haven of Groot Schuurr I one day met Mr. Merriman at lunch as the guest of Mr. and Mrs. Richard Solomon.[14] Considerably above the average height, with a slight stoop and grey hair, Mr. Merriman was a man whose appearance from the first claimed interest.  It was a few days after his Budget speech, which, from various innovations, had aroused a storm of criticism, as Budgets are wont to do.  Whatever his private feelings were about the English, to me the Finance Minister was very pleasant and friendly.  We talked of fruit-farming, in which he takes a great interest, of England, and even of his Budget, and never did he show any excitement or irritation till someone happened to mention the word “Imperialist.”  Then he burst out with, “That word and ‘Empire’ have been so done to death by every wretched little Jew stockbroker in this country that I am fairly sick of them.”  “But surely you are not a Little Englander, Mr. Merriman,” I said, “or a follower of Mr. Labouchere?” To this he gave an evasive reply, and the topic dropped.  I must relate another incident of our sojourn at Cape Town.  Introduced by Mr. Rhodes’s architect, Mr. Baker, we went one day to see a Mrs. Koopman, then a well-known personage in Cape Town Dutch society, but who, I believe, is now dead.  Her collection of Delft china was supposed to be very remarkable.  She lived in a quaint old house with diamond-paned windows, in one of the back streets, the whole edifice looking as if it had not been touched for a hundred years.  Mrs. Koopman was an elderly lady, most suitably dressed in black, with a widow’s cap, and she greeted us very kindly and showed us all her treasured possessions.  I was disappointed in the contents of the rooms, which were certainly mixed, some very beautiful things rubbing shoulders with modern specimens of clumsy early Victorian furniture.  A room at the back was given up to the Delft china, but even this was spoilt by ordinary yellow arabesque wall-paper, on which were hung the rare plates and dishes, and by some gaudy window curtains, evidently recently added.  The collection itself, made by Mrs. Koopman at very moderate prices, before experts bought up all the Dutch relics, was then supposed to be of great value.  Our hostess conversed in good English with a foreign accent, and was evidently a person of much intelligence and culture.  She had been, and still was, a factor in Cape politics, formerly as a great admirer of Mr. Rhodes, but after 1896 as one of his bitterest opponents, who used all her considerable influence—­her house being a meeting-place for the Bond party—­against him and his schemes.  We had, in fact, been told she held a sort of political salon, though hardly in the same way we think of it in England as connected with Lady Palmerston, her guests being entirely confined to one party—­viz., the Dutch.  This accounted for a blunder on my part.  Having heard that Mrs. Koopman had been greatly perturbed by the young Queen of Holland’s representations to President