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He was half friendly with me till quite recently; though he wrote a shameful letter to Bosie about us. What am I to do?" I asked him what Lord Queensberry objected to. "He objects to my friendship with Bosie." "Then why not cease to see Bosie?" I asked. "It is impossible, Frank, and ridiculous; why should I give up my friends for Queensberry?" "I should like to see Queensberry's letter," I said.
"But he'll want me to drop Bosie, and stop seeing Lady Queensberry, and I like them all; they are charming to me. Why should I cringe to this madman?" "Because he is a madman." "Oh, Frank, I can't," he cried. "Bosie wouldn't let me." "'Wouldn't let you'? I repeated angrily. "How absurd! That Queensberry man will go to violence, to any extremity.
Ross insisted that he should go abroad, and in order to induce him to do it gave L500 for Oscar's defence. Ross went to the Terminus Hotel at Calais, where Bosie Douglas joined him a little later. They both stayed there while Oscar was being tried before Mr. Justice Charles and one day George Wyndham crossed the Channel to see Bosie Douglas.
"Then, Oscar," I said, "perhaps you won't mind Shaw hearing what I advise?" "No, Frank, I don't mind," he sighed with a pitiful air of depression. I am not certain and my notes do not tell me whether Bosie Douglas came in with Oscar or a little later, but he heard the greater part of our talk. I put the matter simply.
In a quarter of an hour Bosie followed him to say that he was going out with Wyndham to see someone of importance. About five o'clock a reporter of the "Star" newspaper came to see Oscar, a Mr. Marlowe, who is now editor of "The Daily Mail", but again Oscar refused to see him and sent Ross. Mr.
"But he'll want me to drop Bosie, and stop seeing Lady Queensberry, and I like them all; they are charming to me. Why should I cringe to this madman?" "Because he is a madman." "Oh, Frank, I can't," he cried. "Bosie wouldn't let me." "'Wouldn't let you'? I repeated angrily. "How absurd! That Queensberry man will go to violence, to any extremity.
Carson read another letter from Oscar Wilde to Lord Alfred Douglas, which paints their relations with extraordinary exactness. Here it is: Savoy Hotel, Victoria Embankment, London. Dearest of all boys, Your letter was delightful, red and yellow wine to me; but I am sad and out of sorts. Bosie, you must not make scenes with me. They kill me, they wreck the loveliness of life.
Late in this year he spoke to me of his own accord about Lord Queensberry. He wanted my advice: "Lord Queensberry is annoying me," he said; "I did my best to reconcile him and Bosie. One day at the Cafe Royal, while Bosie and I were lunching there, Queensberry came in and I made Bosie go over and fetch his father and bring him to lunch with us.
He quarrels with everyone; with Lady Queensberry, with Percy Douglas, with Bosie, everyone. He's impossible. What can I do?" "Avoid him," I said. "Don't go about with Lord Alfred Douglas. Give Queensberry his triumph. You could make a friend of him as easily as possible, if you wished. Write him a conciliatory letter."
The idea of Oscar "standing up" to Queensberry or "shooting at sight" was too absurd. Who was inspiring him? Alfred Douglas? "What has happened since?" I enquired. "Nothing," he replied, "perhaps he will be quiet now. Bosie has written him a terrible letter; he must see now that, if he goes on, he will only injure his own flesh and blood." "That won't stop him," I replied, "if I read him aright.
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