At Blackwall we took the High Level for Fenchurch Street, at Fenchurch Street a cab for the West End--Mr.Mahoney bossing the job--and finally, in most comfortable and inexpensive lodgings, we were settled in Jermyn Street.

The Mahoneys were visiting Lady Elmore, widow of a famous surgeon and mother of the President of the Royal Academy.
Thus we were introduced to quite a distinguished artistic set.
It was great.

It was glorious.

At last we were in London--the dream of my literary ambitions.

I have since lived much in this wondrous city and in many parts of it between Hyde Park Corner, the heart of May Fair, to the east end of Bloomsbury under the very sound of Bow Bells.