IN the summer of 1902 we had to leave Townshend House which had become unsafe owing to the explosion on the Regent's Park Canal some years previously. The foundations of the house were badly shaken, and during the time we lived there the staircase shifted several inches.
Henry Arthur then took the lease of 38 Portland Place and had the whole of the house beautifully redecorated by William Morris's. He thought the many years of prosperity at Townshend House would continue, and, as his daughters were grown up, he wanted a fine house where he could entertain for us; but, as a matter of fact, he was away most of the time we lived there, or, when he was at home, he was so busy working that he rarely went out. I remember my mother's plaintive voice as she said one day, " Henry, that's the seventeenth dinner invitation you've made me refuse this season."
Just after the production of Whitewashing Julia, we gave a domino dance, preceded by a sketch we had written called Blackmailing Jenny, in which Leslie Faber, my sister Gertrude, and I acted. My father was away working, and we were all rather disappointed that he could not come up and see our little play. The evening was not a great success, for soon after the dancing started my sisters and I were very much upset and annoyed by one of the masked dancers, who followed us about pinching and kissing us on the sly. We were much distressed at the outrageous conduct of this unwelcome guest. We decided to consult our family doctor; one of us discovered "Dr. Teddy," and, taking him into a corner, we told him all the details. He