I remember well the first time I met Oscar Wilde. It was just after he left Oxford, where, as the winner of the Newdigate Prize, and as the Apostle of the new cult of Aestheticism, he had made himself a name. Lady Lindsay was giving a musical afternoon, at her house in Cromwell Place, and she deputed him to take me in to tea.
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