A unique Household.
led her, Mrs. H. was on as friendly terms
with her, as I ever beheld her, with any of her
sex. They had had rows, of course; once a great
one, in which Heylyn intimated that �Jean� had
used retaliatory language � called her antagonist
bitch or whore, I presume. Generally she was
placable enough, devoting a good deal of time
to that extraordinary arrangement of her hair,
to �cuttings up� with Heylyn and his wife and
to the vocal affectations before-mentioned. It was
a unique household to be temporarily domesticated
in. I had to chaff, lark and talk nonsense
all the time, or it would have been dreary; and
was, in consequence, generally popular. �Jean� in-
sisted that I should dictate a letter to one of her
unknown admirers, which I did in incongruous
Rabelaiseque style. She sent it, I believe.
At sunset I took a walk with these two women.
(Heylyn had written a letter to his wife that morn-
ing, which he considered had had �a good effect.�)
Returning, I went to work on comic poster, chaf-
fed, larked, drank and talked till 11, and then
to bed with Heylyn.
14. Sunday. A delightfully sunny day. Smo-
king and scribbling, loafing, reading and drawing.
Mrs. Heylyn dresses herself elaborately and goes to
church; the first time since her accident. All wo-