Everyone read it, everyone talked about it. It had dabs at everyone, but only three women were included—Mrs. Humphry Ward, Marie Corelli, and myself. This latter take-off on my style appeared under the title of:
In Romantic
Rouen
By
Mrs. Alec Tweedie
The same sort of quip had appeared about me a year or two before in Wisdom While You Wait, but I cannot lay my hands on it.
Colonel Selfe, R.A., who wrote so many of the acrostics for The World, one day sent me the following double acrostic on myself:
Where now will this lady go
Greece, Japan, Fernando Po,
Honolulu, Mexico?
Whatsoe’er her goal, we look
For another charming book
Telling of the route she took.