I don’t know who has it now, and don’t want to know it’s enough to be so sure that if I should ring the bell there would be no such luck for me as that Brooksmith should open the door. When I pass the house in Mansfield Street I remember that Arcadia was there. “Yes, you too have been in Arcadia,” we seem not too grumpily to allow. Oliver Offord but whenever we chance to meet I think we are conscious of a certain esoteric respect for each other. Brooksmith We are scattered now, the friends of the late Mr.
