I sided with the old gentleman, but Logic sides with Monsieur Bonnet, I believe.
I had a sweet letter from the Sphinx.[13] She gives me a delightful account of Ernest[14] subscribing to Romeike while his divorce suit was running, and not being pleased with some of the notices.

Considering the growing appreciation of Ibsen I must say that I am surprised the notices were not better, but nowadays everybody is jealous of everyone else, except, of course, husband and wife.

I think I shall keep this last remark of mine for my play.
Have you got my silver spoon[15] from Reggie?
You got my silver brushes out of Humphreys,[16] who is bald, so you might easily get my spoon out of Reggie, who has so many, or used to have.

You know my crest is on it.
It is a bit of Irish silver, and I don't want to lose it.

There is an excellent substitute called Britannia metal, very much liked at the Adelphi and elsewhere.