How d’ye do. There can be no news as I only left your house two hours ago. We are in the midst of the Dairy-Farmer & E.W.E. is looking up some dope. So to while away ten minutes I’m writing this little letter.

                        We must find new markets. The obvious salvation is a novel & then another novel & then another novel. So we must so arrange it that we get down to the first & finish it off. I can do it, I’ve proved that once. Now to woo the public’s fancy with a really good one.

                        Malvern was nice. I’m so glad we thought of it. You should be very fit soon, get another walk in. Air is free & very grand stuff. It will be good to live in it. And I hope we can have an interest in  on eighteenth of June all right. Stand by for it. You did look smashing in that   rig-out. Very smashing.

                        Is it seems as though Sunday is free again. No  this number, & a good job say I.

                You must read Muriel Grants play. She is pretty bright. Technically it is really fully professional. I now want to write a play. Fun that. Novel first though.
I think your Medici letter is most promising. Work out some ideas Lettering in handwriting is sometimes quite effective. Hustle & we may get some for Christmas of this year. We could send two for their criticism. They are pretty interesting.

                        No more now. I’ll see you as soon as I can, don’t doubt that. Meanwhile