The Lure of Old London

f fact, the Honourable George lived in Carrington Mews, Shepherd Market, and derived a certain ironic pleasure from the contemplation of his sister's snobbishness. But then the Honourable George ha

gton Mews, an adept in the art of poetic loafing, an inveterate gossip and roamer of the streets, a kindly old vagabond with well-brus

George small services. It was she to whom he applied in any domestic emergency-she mended his socks and kept his handkerchiefs

deposited them on the table this warm September morning, the Honourable George, faced with the pr

iced with regret your lamentable igno

s. Darling indignantly. "I 'aven't lived in it for thirty-fi

Mayfair its name, was held up to the middle of the eighteenth century, and that the Market itself is nearly two hundred years old. No doubt you are also in ignorance of the fact that Kitty Fisher lived in Carrington Street: Kitty, the celebrated courtesan who married John Norris and gave h

admit I didn't kn

t d'you say to our having some outings together? Suppose we make a s

me an

-why

t I've 'ad this ten years. It's true I got a new 'at, ten and el

ompany I hanker after, Mrs. Darling. I seek a virgin mind on which to make first impressi

there wasn't much of the virgin about her, seeing she'd been married thirty-t

ded explanation of the benefit Mrs. Darling might derive from it. The listener, who had been standing first on one leg, then on the other, her mind racked b

y-if this don't take the bun! But if it gives 'im any pleasure, it won't do me no 'arm. I'll go this once

d, and "Agatha," who had allowed all her birds in the hand to escape in favour of that elusive bird in the bush, was at the age of sixty still a spinster, finding her interests in church work, dogs, and other people's babies. At regular intervals she had letters from George. George, who was apt to ride rough-shod over her well-bred susceptibilities with his racy comments on peopl