HAPLY I MAY REMEMBER

Some ""memories of people, places and moods"", this record of an earlier life has no particular pattern and is pleasingly casual in its chronology, brings back other atmospheres and associations with taste, with charm, and with vivacity. Of the places most susceptible to memory, there is Stanway, the home of her childhood, ""cloistered, self-sufficing"", imbued with the past, imperious to the present, and the gracious tradition of the life her parents led there, notwithstanding their lack of means; there was Clouds, and the not-to-be-forgotten fascination of her uncle, George Wyndham; and there was Gosford and its imprint of a severe grandfather. Following these are her first impressions of the nursery and the drawing room; her education- not always adequate; her brothers, Ego and Guy, who were both killed in the first World War; the artists for whom she sat- among them Burne-Jones, Sargent, Augustus John; her writing through the years and the success with which it met.... A memoir which includes much warmth but indulges little sentiment, and to which names of considerable distinction, literary and aristocratic, lend caste.