Socialist League in 13 Farringdon Road?

_Lord T_. What's that to you? What do you want to know for? Yes, I
have, if it comes to that.

_J. F_. Who brought you there?

_Lord T_. A policeman: one Potlegoff. I thought he was a Russian by his
name, but it seems he is an Englishman--and a liar. He said it would be
exciting: so I went.

_J. F_. And was it exciting?

_Lord T_. NO: it was _dull_.

_J. F_. How many were present?

_Lord T_. Seventeen: I counted them, because I hadn't got anything else
to do.

_J. F_. Did they plot anything dreadful?

_Lord T_. Not that I could hear. They sat and smoked; and one fool was
in the chair, and another fool read letters; and then they worried till I
was sick of it as to where such and such fools should go to spout folly
the next week; and now and then an old bald-headed fool and a stumpy
little fool in blue made jokes, at which they laughed a good deal; but I
couldn't understand the jokes--and I came away.

_J. F_. Thank you, my lord.