If Titi has appeared seldom in these pages, it is because she appeared seldom in public. Very occasionally she was well enough to accompany one of her sisters at a private concert or party. But she often came with her mother or husband to Adila’s parties where she was as gay and witty as anyone, and could make people laugh and cry at the same time with her descriptions of things seen or done. Her own parties were gay too, gayer and better, some said, than those at Netherton Grove. But the flood of public music which fountained into Adila and Jelly only spilled over into her. The nervous trouble that afflicted most of her life flared up more often and more fiercely as she grew older, and from time to time she found herself happier and safer with the company of nurses in nursing homes, latterly at Northampton.