LAUGHING TORSO appeared to see how we were getting on. She advised me to try a certain brand of margarine which cost ninepence. I said I only paid fivepence-halfpenny. She did not however leave the extra threepence- halfpenny behind. Soon after this my uncle, her husband, paid our rent, so that was a help. I am afraid that sometimes when we were very poor I spent the money on food and got into debt with the landlord. They were working-class people and, unlike many that I know, perfect beasts. We were naturally regarded with the greatest suspicion, having a German name* I urged Edgar to go to the police and register himself. Everything was so unsettled that I think they had forgotten about him for the time being. One day a District Visitor appeared and asked him what religion he belonged to. He said that he was a " Hedonist/' so she went away. We met the painter, Foujita, one of Les Japonais in Paris; he was delighted to see us as he was just as poor as we were. He only became famous in Paris after the War. He still made his own clothes and wore his hair the same way, but without the Greek band. He wore strangely shaped baggy trousers and a black velvet jumper, which hung outside, and a leather belt; People called him the " Eskimo/5 He lived with some friends in Chelsea and did charm- ing frescoes in their kitchen of antelopes and flowers. Someone afterwards took the house and said that they did not care for other people's decorations, and had them whitewashed. I think they are^now sorry.