I couldn't have been more than four years old when I stole the peaches from my mother's dressing-table; and I lied just as coolly then as I could now.

I made love to a girl when I was ten years old." He laughed to himself at the remembrance.

"Her father had a foundry.

She used to wear a red dress, I remember, and her hair was brown.

She sang like a little lark.