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When he was a schoolboy of sixteen, Molly McQuade had personally conducted him to the Zoo and stood him dinner afterwards at Kettner's, and whenever the two of them happened to be in town on the anniversary of that bygone festivity they religiously repeated the programme in its entirety.
Straightway there appeared in the World a little letter from Whistler, deriding 'one Algernon Swinburne outsider Putney. It was not in itself a very pretty or amusing letter; and still less so did it seem in the light of the facts which Watts-Dunton told me in some such words as these: After he'd published that lecture of his, Jimmy Whistler had me to dine with him at Kettner's or somewhere.
It would be vulgar to ask people their age." "Where did you first meet Parker?" "I invited Taylor to Kettner's on the occasion of my birthday, and told him to bring what friends he liked. He brought Parker and his brother." "Did you know Parker was a gentleman's servant out of work, and his brother a groom?" "No; I did not."
Anyhow, the present is still with us. We dine at Kettner's to-night, don't we?" "Rather," said Molly, "though it will be more or less a throat- lumpy feast as far as I am concerned. We shall have to drink to the health of the future Mrs. Youghal. By the way, it's rather characteristic of you that you haven't told me who she is, and of me that I haven't asked.
"Which reminds me that I can't remember whether I accepted an invitation from you to dine at Kettner's to-night." "On the other hand, I can remember with startling distinctness not having asked you to." "So much certainty is unbecoming in the young; so we'll consider that settled. What were you talking about? Oh, pictures.
"Not a literary man or an artist, was he?" "No." "What age was he?" "Nineteen or twenty." "Did you ask him to dinner at Kettner's?" "I think I met him at a dinner at Kettner's." "Was Taylor at the dinner?" "He may have been." "Did you meet him afterwards?" "I did." "Did you call him 'Fred' and let him call you 'Oscar'?" "Yes." "Did you go to Paris with him?" "Yes." "Did you give him money?"
"In October or November, '92." "Did he tell you that he was employed by a firm of bookmakers?" "He may have done." "Not a literary man or an artist, was he?" "No." "What age was he?" "Nineteen or twenty." "Did you ask him to dinner at Kettner's?" "I think I met him at a dinner at Kettner's." "Was Taylor at the dinner?" "He may have been." "Did you meet him afterwards?" "I did."
I thought we'd go out to supper at the Savoy or Kettner's by ourselves, eh?" She looked at him coldly, critically. "Or say the Carlton," he added, thinking that such munificence might dazzle her. "I'll get in here," she said. Seeing Mavis select a third-class carriage, his appreciation of her immediately lessened.
A well-known dramatic author told me he once took a couple of colonial friends to a play of his own. It was after a little dinner at Kettner's; they suggested the theatre, and he thought he would give them a treat. He did not mention to them that he was the author, and they never looked at the programme. Their faces as the play proceeded lengthened; it did not seem to be their school of comedy.
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