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[28 November 1879] St Stephen’s Club

Dear Reggie, I was only in Cambridge for the night with Oscar Browning (I wish he was not called Oscar) and left the next morning for the Hicks-Beachs’ in Hampshire, to kill time and pheasants and the ennui of not having set the world quite on fire as yet.

I will come some day and stay with you, though your letters are rather what boys call ‘Philippic’.

I am going to night with Ruskin to see Irving as Shylock, and afterwards to the Millais Ball. How odd it is. Dear Reg, ever yours

OSCAR

Remember me to Tom Peyton.

Important though Society contacts were, Wilde was also anxious to be seen in literary and artistic circles. The Forbes-Robertsons (Norman, Ian, Johnston, Eric and Frankie) were predominantly an acting family with whom he remained friendly for many years, Frankie being especially kind to him after his imprisonment (see p. 346). Margaret Hunt was a successful popular novelist married to the landscape painter Alfred Hunt. Wilde toyed briefly with the idea of marrying her daughter Violet.