Here is a little poem that Browning wrote for me on hearing me say that when we were girls "we did not know the meaning of the word 'fast'":—
We all of us worship our Margot,
She's such a determined escargot.
Talks with the Dead.
The great Napoleon had died many years before I was born; and how unjust it is that the lives of really interesting people should not coincide! But with the assistance of my beloved Oliver Lodge I have had many conversations with him. Our first opened in this manner:—
Margot. Do you take any interest in current English politics?
Napoleon. Oui (Yes).
Margot. What do you think of Lloyd George?
Napoleon. An opportunist on horseback.
Margot. I love riding too. I met most of my friends in the hunting-field. You should have seen me cantering into the hall of our town mansion. Who do you think our greatest statesman?