Doran, Jules Godby, Ellery Sedgwick and daughter Henrietta, Humbert Wolfe and Mrs. Belloc Lowndes came to tea, and baby. Baby and gramophone do nothing whatever to promote high-brow conversation.
I dined at the Piccadilly Hotel restaurant with Harry Preston, to meet the Prince of Wales. Very affable. Normally I would go out of my way to avoid any contact with 'royalty' as I regard the institution as an anachronism. I was simply humouring Harry who is an old-fashioned monarchist, and would be deeply wounded (and offended) if I told him my views. I got away with a bare minimum of obsequious behaviour, the merest hint of a bow. To be honest I felt rather sorry for the man who must have been putting on a show since he was first displayed in public. As a public person myself I have some idea of the strain involved. There must be times when he wishes to just throw it all over.
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