Poor you, but splash into it and wallow into it and glory in it and of course you’ll tell them how to polish diamonds and get fur coats for nothing in the West End and how to accept diamond bracelets from moustachio-ed baronets at the Cafe Royale.  Of course. If you tell me where the inquest is I’ll try to meet you one of the evenings and take you home. Tonight I can’t as there is not time to be let know, so to speak, and tomorrow I might, though, but if the work calls then I shall have to carry on.  I have a brace of days left for the play and want to forge ahead if I die of it.

                            We’ve written the first five scenes now, and are just starting on the sixth when this pleasant duty is performed.  I’m excited to death about it. Wrote on Friday night after the show and Saturday until four when I went to the cottage. Good there. I spent most of the time cutting and rolling the lawns I know so well, saw Hamlet, walked in the woods on Sunday morning alone, with violets and primroses about my feet, thought about W.S., walked in the afternoon, and gardened in the evening, all very healthy and recuperative,

                          But enough of me, I am selfish, males are.  I should have kept your exam before you and urged you to work, but perhaps you will have a saner more balanced knowledge because of the absence of swatting up. Good hunting. If I am not Dairy-Farmering I’ll meet you on Wednesday after the exam and go home with you and perhaps they’ll be refreshment for us and company and all that.

                             What is a “Stylist in diamond rings ” ?

                        Nice batch of appreciations of your play this morning, all sorts of strange, friends long forgotten wrote saying nice things bless them.