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Oxford writers. She asked me to tea
yesterday. I went and found that
she lived in a very pretty house in the
Parks. It was a perfectly tragic
affair. I was ushered into a drawing-room
full of ladies – and I was in flannels,
just come from the river –, simply full
of ladies. There was Mrs Sidgwick, the
Women's Rights person, Lady May's friend,
& the wife of the President of Corpus, & a lot
of others. I had to talk for an hour &
a half and pretend to be amused
by a tame snake, which wanted to
crawl up my sleeves, and for which I
was horribly frightened.