In the big hall of the Grand Hotel at Rome I introduced Peter Deeming to Vernon Kersteven. The two men were friends of mine, and I wanted them to like each other; and, perhaps because they were both fond of me, I thought that they would get on well together, and that we should form a happy and a lively trio at dinner. Was this the fancy of an egoist? I have sometimes wondered since.…
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