Naturally Bosie talked a great deal about me and Hichens wanted to know me.

When they returned to town, I thought him rather pleasant, and saw a good deal of him.

I had no idea that he was going to play reporter; it seems to me a breach of confidence--ignoble." "It is not a picture of you," I said, "but there is a certain likeness." "A photograph is always like and unlike, Frank," he replied; "the sun too, when used mechanically, is merely a reporter, and traduces instead of reproducing you." "The Green Carnation" ruined Oscar Wilde's character with the general public.

On all sides the book was referred to as confirming the worst suspicions: the cloud which hung over him grew continually darker.
During the summer of 1894 he wrote the "Ideal Husband," which was the outcome of a story I had told him.

I had heard it from an American I had met in Cairo, a Mr.Cope Whitehouse.