Earlier this year I was contacted by a bookseller who had a copy of Barbara Low’s Psycho-Analysis inscribed by Low to Richardson. Was I interested in buying? Stupidly, I suffered a lapse of bibliophilia and said no. It seemed expensive and we have a copy at Keele. When I realise my mistake, it’s too late and the book is sold. However, the bookseller puts in me in touch with the buyer and it turns out to be an academic who responds to my question, ‘no marked passages, rather sadly’. So at least it’s in good hands. Meanwhile, the bookseller offers me Richardson’s copy of Henry James’s Confidence, which I buy, although again sadly, no marked passages.