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I know that, but did you on your further trips or was this the only time you saw him?

That was the last time I saw him, two nights later.

You said you became friends with Miss Patch.

Well, we corresponded. I used to send him books, and he'd send me notes occasionally, but I never saw him after this second time. There was no reason to. But I'll remember the thrill of seeing that door opening and finding George Bernard Shaw waiting for me!

Two nights later we had our dinner together. I can't remember where we ate, some restaurant in the middle of town. But after dinner we took a walk, and one of the funniest things then happened. Shaw walked very fast, which I love--great big strides--and we were heading down Piccadilly. He was talking a mile a minute--he loved to talk. Occasionally I listen-- this was one of the times. Suddenly out of the shadows a man appeared, shook Shaw's hand, and said, “Mr. Shaw, my name is Rothschild, and I think you're the greatest man alive today.” Shaw without pausing for one second, in full stride, said, “Goodbye, Mr. Rothschild,” and we walked on, pushed him aside. We had walked about 20 steps when I let out a wild whoop of laughter in which Shaw joined in, explaining, “That's the way to get rid of them.”