I have liked more than another, and into which I have always put my heart and soul, it is this kind.  After we had got through I was cross-examined by eight opposing counsel, including Pope, Pember, Balfour Browne and Seymour Bushe.  One of the very few things connected with my appearance in the case I have preserved (and this I have kept from vanity, I suppose) is a newspaper cutting which says, “In cross-examination Mr. Pope could not get a single point out of Mr. Tatlow.  On the contrary it actually made his case stronger.  His evidence from beginning to end was most masterly.  It was the evidence of a man who knew what he was talking about and who told the truth.  Mr. Pope, in the end, agreed with Mr. Tatlow’s statement on running powers.”  Mr. Pope was a big, generous-minded man.  In the course of his great speech on the case he paid me the very nice compliment of saying that, “Mr. Tatlow went into the box and with a candour that did him great credit at once admitted that they (the clauses) were the most stringent that he knew of.”  This from opposing counsel was a compliment indeed, and I was much complimented upon it.  Mr. Pope greatly admired candour, and indeed I found myself that candour always told with the Committees.  Littler loved Pope, and so did all the Parliamentary Bar, of which he was the acknowledged leader and the respected father.  Littler said to me, “He is a wonderfully and variously gifted man, and had he chosen the stage as a profession would have been a David Garrick.”  I said, “What about his very substantial person?” for he was colossal in figure.  “I had forgotten that,” said Littler.  Littler told me a good story of him which Pope, he said, was also fond of telling himself.

It was in the great man’s biggest and busiest days.  Influenza was rife.  Mr. Pope was a bachelor, and his valet inconsiderately took the “flu.”  Mr. Pope’s nephew said the valet must go away till he fully recovered, or Mr. Pope would be sure to take it.  “What shall I do?” said Mr. Pope, in dismay.  “Oh, I’ll get you a good man for the time,” said the nephew; and so he did; a skilful, quiet, efficient, attentive man, whose usual duty it was to attend on a rich old gentleman, who resided, on account of a little mental derangement, in a certain pleasant private establishment.  Mr. Pope had not been told, nor had he inquired, where the excellent valet, with whom he was well pleased, hailed from, nor had the valet asked any questions concerning Mr. Pope.  Both seemed to have jumped to certain conclusions.  After the valet had been there a week or more, one day, when downstairs, he said to the servants:  “Tell me, what is it that is wrong with the master?  He seems to me to be as sane as any of us!”