WAR had a strange tower and sort of folly, built by some old gentleman under the influence of a strange emotion. I sat on a tombstone and wished I were inside. Outside my window I could see a large, rather modern building. It was the G. B. Corset Manufactory, and had some trees beside it. I painted a picture of it from my room and sold it a few days later to the art dealer who had bought Walter Sickert's paintings from the shelf. I left Bath and returned to London. Sickert was the Professor of Art at the Westminster Technical Institute. One day he decided to retire, and asked me if I would teach the evening-class there. He and Augustus John recommended me to the committee and I got the job. The class con- sisted of five students when I arrived. They were as much frightened of me as I was of them. I wore a large grey hat pulled over my eyes which I never took off. I had to engage the models. A small girl and her brother came and sat for me and also a large and very fat woman. After several weeks I had thirty students, including five tough Australian soldiers, who were very serious and always kept cigarettes behind their ears. I used to ask them to tea, two at a time. They were very simple-minded and unspoilt. I knew another Australian at that time and he used to meet me after the class was finished, in Victoria Street, and take me out to a meal. I did not introduce him to my students as I thought it might create a bad impression of frivolity. My Australian wrote plays. He took me out to dinner, sometimes to Frascati's and the ... . • . ' •' : ' '. •-• ; III . •'-.."• .',. . '.. . " '' •"•^•'••'