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 s*x whatever, pass it over, and merely state that Orlando professed great enjoyment in the society of her own s*x, 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 becomes 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
