He had never married, feeling it to be comparatively useless, owing to Horace having gained that year on him at the start, and he lived with a valet close to his club in Pall Mall.
In Lady Maiden, whom he had taken in to dinner, Worsted Skeynes entertained a good woman and a personality, whose teas to Working Men in the London season were famous.

No Working Man who had attended them had ever gone away without a wholesome respect for his hostess.

She was indeed a woman who permitted no liberties to be taken with her in any walk of life.

The daughter of a Rural Dean, she appeared at her best when seated, having rather short legs.

Her face was well-coloured, her mouth, firm and rather wide, her nose well-shaped, her hair dark.