ABSTRACT
Circumstances have caused me to change my dwelling so often that I sometimes get confused as to where I was living when this or that happened, but I know it was some time after I returned from my last visit to Italy that I went to Ebury Street, which in some ways I liked better than any of my other London homes. Certainly it was the most convenient so far as position is concerned. I had a self-contained maisonette in that street, comprising the ground floor and the basement of a house which, alas, was damp, and eventually the cause of my leaving it for my present Chelsea home.
