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； deeply though she must continue to respect their works。
These poor creatures； she ascertained； for Nell brought Prue； and Prue Kitty； and Kitty Rose； had a society of their own of which they now elected her a member。 Each would tell the story of the adventures which had landed her in her present way of life。 Several were the natural daughters of earls and one was a good deal nearer than she should have been to the King’s person。 None was too wretched or too poor but to have some ring or handkerchief in her pocket which stood her in lieu of pedigree。 So they would draw round the punch–bowl which Orlando made it her business to furnish generously； and many were the fine tales they told and many the amusing observations they made； for it cannot be denied that when women get together—but hist—they are always careful to see that the doors are shut and that not a word of it gets into print。 All they desire is—but hist again—is that not a man’s step on the stair？ All they desire； we were about to say when the gentleman took the very words out of our mouths。 Women have no desires； says this gentleman； ing into Nell’s parlour； only affectations。 Without desires （she has served him and he is gone） their conversation cannot be of the slightest interest to anyone。 ‘It is well known’； says Mr S。 W。； ‘that when they lack the stimulus of the other sex； women can find nothing to say to each other。 When they are alone； they do not talk； they scratch。’ And since they cannot talk together and scratching cannot continue without interruption and it is well known （Mr T。 R。 has proved it） ‘that women are incapable of any feeling of affection for their own sex and hold each other in the greatest aversion’； what can we suppose that women do when they seek out each other’s society？
As that is not a question that can engage the attention of a sensible man； let us； who enjoy the immunity of all biographers and historians from any sex whatever； pass it over； and merely state that Orlando professed great enjoyment in the society of her own sex； and leave it to the gentlemen to prove； as they are very fond of doing； that this is impossible。
But to give an exact and particular account of Orlando’s life at this time bees more and more out of the question。 As we peer and grope in the ill–lit； ill–paved； ill–ventilated courtyards that lay about Gerrard Street and Drury Lane at that time； we seem now to catch sight of her and then again to lose it。 The task is made still more difficult by the fact that she found it convenient at this time to change frequently from one set of clothes to another。 Thus she often occurs in contemporary memoirs as ‘Lord’ So–and–so； who was in fact her cousin； her bounty is ascribed to him； and it is he who is said to have written the poems that were really hers。 She had； it seems； no difficulty in sustaining the different parts； for her sex changed far more frequently than those who have worn only one set of clothing can conceive； nor can there be any doubt that she reaped a twofold harvest by this device； the pleasures of life were increased and its experiences multiplied。 For the probity of breeches she exchanged the seductiveness of petticoats and enjoyed the love of both sexes equally。
So then one may sketch her spending her morning in a China robe of ambiguous gender among her books； then receiving a client or two （for she had many scores of suppliants） in the same garment； then she would take a turn in the garden and clip the nut trees—for which knee–breeches were convenient； then she would change into a flowered taffeta which best suited a drive to Richmond and a proposal of marriage from some great nobleman； and so back again to town； where she would don a snuff–coloured gown like a lawyer’s and visit the courts to hear how her cases were doing；—for her fortune was wasting hourly and the suits seemed no nearer consummation than they had been a hundred years ago； and so； finally； when night came； she would more often than not bee a nobleman plete from head to toe and walk the streets in search of adventure。
Returning from some of these junketings—of which there were many stories told at the time； as； that she fought a duel； served on one of the King’s ships as a captain； was seen to dance naked on a balcony； and fled with a certain lady to the Low Countries where the lady’s husband followed them—but of the truth or otherwise of these stories； we express no opinion—returning from whatever her occupation may have been； she made a point sometimes of passing beneath the windows of a coffee house； where she could see the wits without being seen； and thus could fancy from their gestures what wise； witty； or spiteful things they were saying without hearing a word of them； which was perhaps an advantage； and once she stood half an hour watching three shadows on the blind drinking tea together in a house in Bolt Court。
Never was any play so absorbing。 She wanted to cry out； Bravo！ Bravo！ For； to be sure； what a fine drama it was—what a page torn from the thickest volume of human life！ There was the little shadow with the pouting lips； fidgeting this way and that on his chair； uneasy； petulant； officious； there was the bent female shadow； crooking a finger in the cup to feel how deep the tea was； for she was blind； and there was the Roman–looking rolling shadow in the big armchair—he who twisted his fingers so oddly and jerked his head from side to side and swallowed down the tea in such vast gulps。 Dr Johnson； Mr Boswell； and Mrs Williams；—those were the shadows’ names。 So absorbed was she in the sight； that she forgot to think how other ages would have envied her； though it seems probable that on this occasion they would。 She was content to gaze and gaze。 At length Mr Boswell rose。 He saluted the old woman with tart asperity。 But with what humility did he not abase himself before the great Roman shadow； who now rose to its full height and rocking somewhat as he stood there rolled out the most magnificent phrases that ever left human lips； so Orlando thought them； though she never heard a word that any of the three shadows said as they sat there drinking tea。
At length she ca