There seemed to be an abundance of young men, mostly rather weedy-looking, but with one or two well-grown ones who should have been fighting.

The names of some of them Jimson mentioned with awe.

An unwholesome youth was Aronson, the great novelist; a sturdy, bristling fellow with a fierce moustache was Letchford, the celebrated leader-writer of the Critic.

Several were pointed out to me as artists who had gone one better than anybody else, and a vast billowy creature was described as the leader of the new Orientalism in England.

I noticed that these people, according to Jimson, were all 'great', and that they all dabbled in something 'new'.
There were quantities of young women, too, most of them rather badly dressed and inclining to untidy hair.