we had tea with Dr Watson in his rooms.' 'And what rooms!' crowed Guy; 'Utterly Bohemian, Miss Lillingford! So thrillingly unconventional!' 'Bohemian?' Alicia leaned forward, fascinated; Lady Esher thought she detected an unhealthy gleam in her eye. 'Yes, yes! Oh, how can one describe them? Filled with chaos, but such artistic chaos! Chemistry, tobacco, Persian slippers. Revolver practice. You see, he eschews all the petty concerns of daily life and lives in splendid isolation, either driven by the white heat of his genius, or - or -' Max chose not to leap into the breach and save his
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