Henry Harland: Lloe Man and the Masks             15

known). Despite the widespread attacks on him (one story, un¬
documented, reports that he appeared at a synagogue to defend
his novel), he continued to publish under his pseudonym, but by
1889, he apparently began to find the mask a troublesome burden.
As he had intended, the mask initially gave his novels the illusion
of authenticity because of his presumed Jewish identity, but now
that his true identity was well known, the mask had become a use¬
less facade. A^diile still in America, he seems to have begun a pro¬
gressive shedding of his assumed identity, for on the title page of
his fourth novel. My Uncle Florimond (1888), his pseudonym
appears with his real name beneath it in parentheses, a device that
was also adopted in his next nvo books.

On the eve of his departure in 1889, he no doubt saw his voyage
as a symbolic striking out in a new direction. Upon their arrival
in Britain, the Harlands spent some time in Wales, then in Paris
(which would become their second home), before settling in Lon¬
don. Provided with letters of introduction by Stedman, they soon
found themselves surrounded by many of the leading writers and
artists of the time. Harland, after all, was already well known on
both sides of the Atlantic, but the reception that Harry and Aline
found exceeded their expectations. In one of her many letters
among the Stedman papers at Columbia, Aline writes in Novem¬
ber, 1889, "from the darkness of this sunless and misty city," that
they are living just off Thurlo\\' Square in South Kensington, near
the Victoria and Albert Museum:

People arc charming to us, and it is all o\\ ing to \ou, as usual. . . .
'Sour letter to Andrew Lang, the first one we presented, has been
more tlian honoured. Immediately upon receipt of it, Harry was in-
vircd to dine with him at the Oxford and Cambridge Club, where he
was presented to George Saintsbury, [\\'. H.] Pollock [ed., Saturday
Review], Rider Haggard, Longman, of Longman and Green & several
others, editors and rcvic\\'ers chiefly.... The next thing Mr. Lang did
was to put him up the following day at the Savile Club of which all
the literary men of note in London are members. . . . Of course the