LAUGHING TORSO the British Consul. I told him that this was my fiance and I was taking him to England to marry him and he passed us through. I took him home to my parents, who were not at all pleased that I was going to marry a foreigner, especially as he was completely penniless and knew no English. After three weeks we got married. My Father paid the wedding licence. Everyone was very gloomy, in- cluding myself. We took two attics in Camden Town. The rent was seven-and-sixpence a week. We had very little furniture. I took Edgar to the Omega Workshops and Mr. Fry gave us both some work. Henri had already gone to France and Basil was trying to get into the Army. He finally persuaded a grand relation to use her influence and he got a commission in a Scottish regiment and appeared looking very magnificent in a kilt. He was very sorry that I had got married, and so was I. We went out and drank some drinks together and talked about the hopelessness of the future. He went to the War a few days later and was killed in Mesopotamia in 1915. Edgar and I met many interesting people at the Omega. There were many Belgian refugees, musi- cians, and actors, and Madame Vandervelde, who was very good to them all and acted and recited in order to raise funds to help them. She also bought some of our pictures. Edgar decorated her flat for her and so we managed to live. She was a very brilliant and amusing woman and had extremely good taste in Art. Edgar suggested to Mr. Fry that '''' ' ' ' '''