LAUGHIN G TORSO not got a fancy dress and had not time to think of one, so I wore a very fine oyster-coloured evening dress. Jemmett appeared in very old tattered trousers, a check shirt, a cap, and a red handkerchief round his neck. Later on in the evening his braces burst and I had to stand on a seat and attach the braces with a safety-pin to his shirt. We found, at the D6me, Claude McKay, the coloured author; we took him with us. It was surprising how good Jemmett was at folding himself up in a taxi. We took another woman with us as well and we all got in quite comfortably. When we got to the ball we found a Pole who was six feet five strutting about being admired by everybody. When I walked in with Jemmett the Pole became pale with rage and nobody took any notice of him at all for the rest of the evening. I danced with Jemmett. He danced beautifully, but my head only came up to his chest, so one could not see anything or anybody while one was dancing. I found I had lost my hotel key after- wards, and decided to go to the studio and stay there. I walked up the long flight of stairs which was quite dark. I lit a match and saw, to my surprise, standing motionless outside the studio door, a man in the uniform of a Samurai Warrior, com- plete with two swords sticking out, one each side of him. He explained that he had dressed in the studio and had left his trousers inside and was wait- ing for my Pole to come back. We both waited and finally he arrived. I put on the uniform the next day and looked very odd in it and the Pole did some drawings of me. :'.^;v.-;; .:" ':. ' .• . 240''.''' • ' ,.' • . ' ' . .