| contributor, Fires Rekindled — Fires Rekindled… (1919)
“ Now I plunge, rejoicing, into the splendid tide of London society, its dinners, its balls, its receptions, its great ladies and famous beauties. And all the while I am sitting motionless and mute at my desk, a hermit, a dim-eyed student, an old bachelor!No doubt heredity is a truth, and personal traits skip a generation or two and crop out afresh, to be repressed or stimulated by conditions, education, customs, accidents. In some remote and double-locked chamber of my subconscious being may abide the germ of qualities that flamed into splendid results in Captain Heathcote. ”
