I attempted to restore one old friend of my fathers to the practice of his youth, but failed though he, unlike my father, had not ged his belief. My father brought me to dih Jaettleship at Wigmore Street, onventor of imaginative designs and noainter of melodramatic lions. At dinner I had talked a great deal??too much, I imagine, for so young a man, or may be for any man??and on the way home my father, who had been plainly anxious that I should make a good impression, was very angry. He said I had talked for effed that talking for effect recisely what one must never do; he had always hated rhetorid emphasis and had made me hate it; and his anger plunged me into great deje. I called at leships studio the day to apologise aleship opehe door himself and received me with enthusiasm. He had explaio some womahat I would probably talk well, being an Irishman, but the reality had surpassed, etc., etc. I was not flattered, though relieved at not having to apolog……（内容加载失败！）
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