PEACE they brought some wine and spent the night there. On the day that Modigliani died his cat jumped out of the studio window and was killed. Modigliani was given a fine funeral in Pere Lachaise, and I believe an enormous crowd followed the hearse. His wife had always said that she would like to be buried in the same cemetery as he was. Her family would not allow this and she was buried in the Cimetiere de Bagneux, where Oscar Wilde was originally buried. The friends of Modigliani and she went very early in the morning to the funeral and when the moment came when the funeral guests shake hands with the relations, they stood with their hands behind their backs as a protest. The art dealer's exhibition had finished in London by February. I don't think he sold many. He ought to have, as there were some interesting paintings. The Southern Syncopated Orchestra had arrived in London. I went to hear them. I had never heard negro spirituals sung before and they sang very well indeed. I met Mrs. Reavis, who sang beautiiully and looked rather like a painting by Gauguin. I asked her to sit for me and she came one morning. I knew that Epstein admired coloured people and I asked him if he would like to come and draw too. He came round and did several very beau- tiful drawings, which he left on the floor and I had framed. They were, of course, not signed, and a few years ago I sold them. The man I sold them to asked me if I thought that Epstein would sign them; I said that I could not possibly ask him as he would '