And now I come to Oscar Wilde himself. I knew both Wilde and his mother. Indeed it was at Lady Wilde’s house in Bryanston Street, Marble Arch, that I first met them both. In 1886 Lady Wilde ordered some books on Irish antiquities from one of my catalogues, and when acknowledging their receipt she invited me to view her library. I called at the house and was shown into a room whose walls were crowded with books from floor to ceiling, and in many places along the floor.