Sunday, Feb. 1.

A nice beginning to a new month, Sunday and the first, all very SUN. There was a clear shaft this morning over the mountian. Now it is dull but I will get out after lunch as per usual. I find the long afternoon out, makes all the difference. They have installed a wireless in the new areade and I potter about there, it is rather exotic and mad. P. had a slight sniffle last night but I made her hot bathe and then put her to bed, this morning she is all right and has gone with a crowd to ski. Her dress arrived. I enelose note. I have hung it in my cupboard and I will get her to put it on to-night whie she gets out of her boots and bags and buttons from up the hill. I see little of Miss M. , she seems very conscientious and P. is no bother at all. We talk amacably over meals, she had a cigarette last night, one of the Vienna ones, I think she found it a bit bigger and more of a problem than the usual state express. Gibby is a little limp. I had her out but as she did, play much, I was afraid my room would be too cold. We are keeping an eye on her and I will call in the doctor if she isn't better. Miss N. says she is in fact, better than she was yesterday. I have not had her in my room heretofore as I was afraid my grippe might get into her. I will write all details, though my letters sound a bit dull. It is grippe though I am so much better now, the feeling of slight dizz in the head prevails in spots.

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This letter is to all and sundry. I loved your note from
Avignon. I expected at least a Canzone to the Aube. But
was intrigued to hear of engine trouble, and must say I was
glad for my peace and quiet here. How is said engine
????????

I had little note from Rvr. Will you tell him I am writing a
more or less letter in answer as soon as I feel not too dull.

I imagine you in such a now. I had your letter from

Avignon and the one from Rvr. last night, so did not expect
more this morning. I will perhaps have an Express toward
evening, if not, I will have the anticipation of possible
ones with breakfast tray. The thought of news keeps me
going .... read much... trash. Got another cheap novel....
am also working on some of the old Fish lore, Egyptian and
Chinese. I am glad to see that Isis turned into
a Vulture once; I hate animals, birds to have horrid
daemonology and could never reconcile self to Vulture, now
am glad ... as far as an Egyptian frog of course, very
hectic.

( Apropos greeting to

Snuggles. Did he enjoy his weekly mouse? I shall never
forget spectacle of Chaddie ejecting the doomed one of Wed. by the
tail and the pert, expectant little chrip from Sister,
all unexpectedly anticipating and waiting for Snugges east-outs.

Well... much, much love to all,

Friday.

Jan. 30.

I sent on a letter from your mother to Dog, dear Br.
This is just to enclose this bill. There has been
nothing else but a few odd movie mags. Miss Lewin called
me up last night to say that there had been a riot at the
meeting where the old gentleman spoke on cinema, you
remember, Dr. de Fee. The movie magnate lost all
his bags and his script at homodosele so appeared rather
informally, and I judge ill at ease. Almost at once, Miss
Watson rose from the centre of the meeting and challenged him with
" do you REALIZE we here in Territet publish a VERY
IMPORRRRRRTANT film paper. " The old man said, " yes, I
head from Mr. Bryher with whom I have been in friendly
correspondence. " Miss W. flamed back, " not MR. Bryher, it
happens to be Mrs. Maepherson who is the etc. etc. etc. "
Miss Lewin was so convulsed she could hardly get it out
over the telephone. The meeting was practically broken up on
the debate as to whether Mrs. Maepherson was or was not a
certain MISTER Bryher. Soooooo.... we advance the
purpose of film art if not the poise. K. send me, by the
way, letter to me from Charlie and I sent this morning letter
Charlie had sent me to him. I think that is about all.

There is glint of sun so I MAY go out. I think of you, wonder
where, you now are.

Lady looked limp
last night but now is gay and they have another new
swing. The two little lungas are as ever and ever amen. How is

Snuggles ???? Miss Brown is now
named Minnie and is the wife of the black and white
polka dotted one who is now Mickey Mouse. They are
Mr. and Mrs. M. Mouse. The others are Bubble and
Squeak instead Pip, Squeak and Wilfred. Wilfred , is
as I work it out, now Mickey Mouse ipse, in person.
( I just hear Hensleman in the hall. I will lie low, then
see what its all about......... I now inquire of
Miss N. He came to " guess " the madame, as he is
going to-night and he left some little account or other while
appears to be Miss N.'s affair. He goes to-night and I
judge from Miss N. that all is as well as can be. )

After lunch.

I held open the letter in case of
a wire or news. By the way, did you type out the
poems for BLUES ? I have kept the letter open for them. If
you have them or tell me where to get them, I will post on
to e.h. ford ( as he inscribes himself. )

What sun there was, has now gone. I think of you
noseing down into that amber stretch of gold. Tell Chaddie to
walk to the Jardain Exotique, K. will tell her or show her.
Don't miss the mornings as after lunch it is apt to get
dark soon. Let me hear above all, SOON.

I scratched K. a little stupid note, this too
is for you both. Love to you all,

Friday

Jan. 30.

I wrote this morning but just add this as these
letters have come in. I do not read them, but pull out
of envelopes. Then there are a lot of rather interesting
stills from Santar. They are some nature things in a
eave and Karel Anton, The Affair of Colonel Redl", and
Baranovskaya in " Such is Life. " They all look
interesting, especially the last. Shall I hold them ?????

Who is Henry Ardel ? I went out and bought some books, one
Eve and the Serpent by him, it was too awful... about the S. of
France and the dame in the shop insisted, and then a
A. M. Williamson about Monte Carlo. Its too
sick-making of me, I know, but am in that state. It was
good to get on my hind feet again. I feel so much better
for the air. The sun came and showed a wall of ivory and
white jade and various layers of marble, stimulating wine in the
air. Why does Territet do these things ?????. Suddenly it is
brilliant sun and rather warm with a knife blade of white
wine intoxicant in your lungs ... but let me know of YOU.
I visualize you in the A. M. Williamson manner
adventuring along the road ... I push this off to the
post.

WRITE.

Love to all,

Saturday.

Jan . 31.

I received your wire, this morning, dear Br. with the
letters. I shall be all a-gog to know what did happen and
how the run ran.
Let me have all news as soon as
you can. P. has slight sniffle this morning but I don't
think it anything. But I will keep an eye on her. The sun,
fortunately has come out again, this morning. I will spend
the afternoon, as per yesterday, in the open. I read far
" into the night " on the Ardel book and have gone on
back to that of the Wisdom of the Egyptians you got me, back
about 1925 in Paris. There are some interesting
odds and ends and one recalls Egypt, that SUN.

The apes are well.
I have had no news from K. for
some days, will be so glad to hear from him. I am sorry
my letters to you both are so dull, it's the aftermath of
grippe and difficulties, one sorts of hangs in the air.
I will be ready to come of you want me, but I will
stick here if it seems better all round.

That is just to send love. I want to get it out before
noon and Robert is waiting.

A few more magazines drift in. I keep them all
on a heap so that you can sort them out on return.

Ever so much love to you, to K., to Chaddie, to
Snuggles.
Mog -

Mon. , Feb. 2.

Darling Fido,

I am more worried about your cold, at the
moment than anything else. There is an electric rose,
didn't you know ? And Elin stokes the fire herself
in the kitchen, so no doubt, if you would offer her
a little extra, she would come earlier in the morning and
get it going before you are up. She used to start it
after lunch, when I was there, but of course, then , there
was strong sun-light in those rooms in the morning, almost
too strong. Then I always had a hot bath right after
breakfast, then out in the sun until lunch. But if you are
ill, there is no reason why E. should not get to work on
keeping up proper fire through the whole day. She has
odd ideas of habit and economy. She will do what
" Meees Medforth " did on odd occasions and then one
must pull her up. It means long argument, but she
come to in time. Write me all you can. I enclose
letters, excuse me for seeing to " pry ", I do not
read , just slash open as envelopes are so
bulky. There was a circular from the office, I do not
think you want it, called , " Photographic Press
review. " I will glance it over later.

There were some more stills. I am keeping them
all together and will bring or send as you say.
These are UFA nature, not very interesting.

PRIVATE ( more or less. )

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I finish and sign that page, more or less " public. " I
had your second long express last night. I am
trying to write K. with this. I will simply say you have
spent pages grousing about how you hate Monte, and that
you have told me no " dirt ", and that you want to get off on
a boat. My dear ... it does sound TOO horrible, I mean your
being ill and all that. I still feel pretty weak but this
afternoon, I am looking out bags etc. , then will begin
to think TOWARD moving. You must let me come if you want me,
and above all, if you want to clear out, you must let
me come " mit. " I imagine the family cut across that rather
deftly. I don't know what to do about analysis. Of course, I
have wanted to know what dog was doing, what you are doing.
I suppose I will take the plunge. But how long would it be? It
if too sick-making to be caught in London ALL damn summer and
my flat isn't free until the end of June, about last day, that
is really first of July. I have been waiting for more
definate news of you, of Rover. You letter sounds too
awful... for you. I am sorry about Rover, and will write.
But I had already some five solid weeks of that, you see why
I came back. It doesn't seem to change, just the same ... but
so hard to write. I feel I do so want to see you. If it is

better of course, I won't come. I could keep Elin to heel and
could have little talks in between with R vr. but perhaps Chaddie
thinks I would be better a way. You must let me know as soon as
you can. I suppose at earliest, however, I would not be leaving be
here ( as I plan ) until about the 10th. That would be a
week roughly . But I don't HAVE to come. I am happy here. Only
it sounds so awful you being there ill.

there is nothing
in it, read
it separate.

Tuesday.

Feb. 3.

I had my last letter Sunday night, late. But I know there
is always a catch over the week-end. I will hope for news later
in the day. I am now waiting for the 11 post, in order to
add any oddments in the way of letters etc. I enclose and
will get Robert to run them up to past before noon.

There are some more papers and magazines but not anything, I
think of note.

Gibby was very limp and gave us a scare but Miss N. made
a clever brew of tea, Eno and brandy. Gibby, who had tasted
nothing, lapped that up and almost at once began swinging
again ( the brandy, no doubt. ) Now she is eating and
whoooo-ing as per usual. Miss N. didn't want me to have
in the doctor as she feels rather bitter , it appears and
blames her for poor old Mary. She wanted the vet and I
said better the " lady doctor. " However, on the side, Miss N.
began treatment, really with miraculous results. We are, all
the same, keeping an eye on Gibby.

P. is very good, she snuffles a bit but Vapex is always with us.

The sun as out, warm and comforting, though O bitter,
bitter on the pavements. I went to Kiteh Sonore on
Sunday. O it was so bad, Lilliam Harvey , the usual thing.
It MIGHT have been good but such a low level after
the Waltz thing we saw, awful as that was, it had

a sort of kitch-charm. This was that without
the charm, The Road to Paradise. I see Mady C. is on
in a silent at the Cinema, I may go there this afternoon.
Its funny seeing filllllmmmmm without one or tother of
tother or wizch.

Will wait ... and add if news....

No news in ... will dash this out... MUCH LOVE.

Tues. after tea.

Two words have done the trick, one is SAN and one
is REMO. WHY send me cards like that ? And THEN
say STAY in cat-basket ???? Is not one basket as good
as another ???? I will do nothink rash nor brash but I
am now poking my cat-nose into the cellar and I am now
beginning willy-nilly, to pack said bag. I suppose I will
HAVE to wait till about 10th or even later ... but why, I ask
why, if you are an humaine pair of collar ( or collarless )
dogs, do you send a cat a card with San Remo on it ?????
I not tell you 1000000 times the history of my youth
and the gay Conquests of Rittenhouse square who had ( for the
first cat sniff ) freezias on their dining table because
" we had them all over the place at San Remo... yes,
they grey almost wild under the olive trees. " And little
Miss Conquest got out her " album " and showed me
snaps ( of the period ) of old bridges etc. etc. Have I NOT
or HAVE I told you that story 1000000 times and this makes
the umpteenth ???? NOW .... I will pack a bag, I will
wait till about the 10. I will sleep in the bath
room and I will never see nor ask to anyone and I will be
good and you can write to Miss Moderrrne and say she can
eat out of my eat-dish ... am I or am I not A CAT ?????
Do not again send such delectable alleys to an alley-eat.

Enlosed from Buddy I have not read

Wed. Feb. 4.

I send you two enclosed for K., one from Kenwin, one from Chevally. I will wait for the 11 post and enclose any more and then write you as per usual again toward evening, if later post.

I had a funny time last night. Claire came and said Sophie wanted to see me, I tried to get out of it, but felt S. heavily waiting. She appeared all airs and graces and very intriguing, "madame, one moment." I shoved her into the dining room where she burst (one) into ungovernable sobs, (tow) into the most delightful rather Garbo English. I suppose she has heard we are going talkie and came to demonstrate (one) her dramas, (two) her Garbo English. Well... it appears times are not so good, modome, we have work, O yes but times are not so good, and the reason ???? There is a lot of talk, modome, lies, O yes lies, it is said I and my sisters did not please you here, that you said that we stole, that you said that we gave things over the fence to my fiancés family, O, O, (sob, sob) this never can be true, not to you, modome? I assured her that I was too busy to talk, that Madame M. aslo never said such things, that Madame was in S. of France with Mousieur etc. etc. But one could not be bothered, could one, why people said etc. etc. Then I called in Miss N., demonstrated" here you see this more older lady from a doctors family who also is a nurse is here to look AFTER US, as when writing one has not time to look after OTHER PEOPLE. Miss N. rose to the bait, as if S. who could have dared to

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say that the ladies ( always at typewriters ) had time
to talk ? Sobs, " O ... I will tell you, it is the
Madame Jules and the Madame Bernosoni and the
Jules himself who has said to his wife that we said ... that
we did ... " Then I frigidly withdrew and said, " indeed, I
never took and so good a chauffeur as Jules indeed would NEVER
say such things. " I shook hands ( Vaud manner ) and left
and heard Miss N. down the hall going for her. Well... I
don't suppose you better tell Jules but there is evidently
a strong " faesion " here ... and Sophie will
attack you in public or private. It was really very funny and
P. listened in with one eye to the key-hole. I gave P. full
details as I thought someone might similiarly attack her and the
thing was just to be firm and frigid.

I made a great hit with P. as digging over papers etc., I
found the Lloyd's Bank I got her. I said it was for her
12th year, a sort of pre-birthday present. She carries the
box around with her, and sleeps with it. She has a book to
go with it. I put in all the bits of different moneys I
could find, ten kronen, ten frances, Swiss francs, mark and one
lire and a few London pennies. P. was so pleased. I think it
good that she begins her own book-keeping. The manager, I told you
at the Bank suggested it... but I had no idea it would make such
a hit. It appears a number of Brickwalls had them.
And P. had been pining for one for a long time. So ...
part of my birthday present is settled.

I will write again and much, much, much love. I will do what
you think best about coming ... could not help writing you
after San Remo cards....

Thurs. Feb. 5.

Thanks dear Fido, for the notes that came, as
yesterday,
per usual, about one with coffee, expressed. I
imagine the usual will come to-day. I enclose a note
from Trudy and a bill. I wrote Trudy this morning
and thanked for all the cigarettes and said you
had had to rush off to S. of F. to see your family, and
that we liked Miss Moderne, etc. etc. So you need not
hurry to answer her note. The Sat. Post has come,
I didn't seem to have had one for years. It is cold and
snowing now right on the garden, etc. It has held its
own about as far as Glion but is now on us. Brrrrrrr....
I AM COLD. But I suppose it is after-grippe and I count
every hour till I come, but know I must not be
rapacious. I will do just what will seem best for you. I
am with Pup a good bit, she is good, has slight cold,
I keep her at gargling etc. etc. and she is very
good. Gibby is the same, but it rather depresses me to
feel her little hind feet hurt her ... I suppose it some
touch of rheumatism, Miss N. is terribly good with her, so
that is a comfort always. The others are well, especially
Bill and S. who never give any trouble. Bill is still
antagonistic to poked-in fingers and Siss as per
usual vamp.

The boy is waiting. I post with this re-sealed
photographs as asked. I burnt your mothers letter, filed
O. B., and posted the 2 as asked. Do, do write.
Won't Rover write me ???? He has no idea how homesick and
lonely I am.

MOG

Miss N. carries about Gibby. G. seems about the same, she gets eggs and a bit of brandy. She jumps a little... I think she has had a sort of grippe. I will write more later ... but she is no worse.

Friday

Feb. 6.

I seal the letter to Rover, as it is about other people. You understand ... [1931]

Fido dear :

I filed letter in red file. I see to the envelope to de Muralt at once. I enclose several additions. Will you let me know what to do about Queer Person as P. found it was book she had ? I have had it done up, ready to post, either back to Boston or to Grace or someone. I told Pup you would no doubt let her have another book, but I would write you.

I am sending Sat. Post. Two more came to-day and I will post them to-morrow or next day. They fill in odd hours in the evening. I will go on planning to come ABOUT Wed., but please make no plans to stay at home, as I have " ups and downs " and sometimes feel terribly sorry and well, then can't stand up. Its the after-effect. I felt rather all right, then got weak again, and it is nothing serious but I want to be well, so will wait till Monday to decide absolutely. I will NOT want you to stay in anyhow, I know the way, and it is all so very familiar to me. I think things are working out better. There is sun now here. I did a lot of cards and they all seem so very good, I mean IF we all try to be impersonal a bit till the " worst is over ", I am sure things will be better for everyone. I am writing Rover another Sermon on the Mount. He had express batch yesterday, some of it rather " violent " in tone, and I am writing now more calmly, saying things will be all right. Thank you for wire, it was cozy to have it. I will wait 11 post, then shunt this out with ~~Robert.~~

So, So much love, darling,

Saturday, Feb. 7.

Fido dea', will you write me by return how much you
give the sleeping car porter ? This is silly : but : last time, I
had the only fight I ever had with one, and it gives me the
creeps. Coming back, I over-tipped but then, the man
moved me, as I told you, to the " royal suite. " Please
let me know, as it will spoil the whole trip if I worry.

Then did you get the keys for all those many doors from Elin ?
I don't suppose it matters, but there was never a moment when
one let Elin might not pop into the rooms ? I told her
when I left to get all the keys. I thought she might be
suspicious if I told her before. I said " madame M. will
want the keys, not that it matters . . . BUT . . . " Anyhow, it
is rather snoppy having two doors to each room and not a
simple means of fastening one.

I had an awful attack of some sort of neuritis, but lay
in bath all morning. It might happen, I couldn't get away, but
I plan to come on the Wed., I don't want you to be there. I
will come direct to the flat. I don't want the little bed-room. I
will manage with the middle room, I much, much prefer it. I
will make up the bed myself after Elin leaves at night.
She was so persistent then, and I didn't know how to
keep her in her place. But now, I will just make up the
bed ad lib at night after she goes. She can show me where
to put the sheets etc. after. I prefer the front room
because of the sun. I believe the drawers are clear
in that chest of drawers. Will you look so I have one

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drawer anyhow for clothes.

Gibby is the same. It is getting terribly on my nerves. I
am having the lady doctor in during the day. G. is no worse...
but it is so terribly depressing. The others are all well.

Don't take anything OUT of the front room. Everyone
uses it to work in and sit in. I will be out of doors
good days and in the turk. bath, some days, and I
won't be in much ... at night, yes, then you and I can
" visit " as the Beaver used to say.

I am afraid I must bring my machine as I always break
others and I know how it would be for you without one...
but maybe at the last, all the same, I will leave this. I
will try to bring ONE case only. Let me know if you
want any little thing from here.

P. is anxious to know what she is to do about her
week-end cigarette? Will you write her some formal
directions. We have made a great and good stunt of it. She
will have her last with me, D.V., for the time, to-morrow or
to-night. She has been very good. Let me or let P. know
about the cigarette, let me know of keys, and LET ME
KNOW OF TIP. Please, by return.

I send another Sat. Post.

Please forgive this. I am feeling all right now but
had rotten night and get so depressed over Gibby.

I sent off letters, will bring envelopes.
Miss M. is at work on the
translation.

Sunday.
Feb. 8.

Gosh it is cold. I will be so glad to get away. They
now have relief funds up and down the street for the
poor of the district. It appears all sorts of dreadful
things are happening up the hills with snow and black frost and
cold. Gosh, I will be so glad for the sun.

Miss L. came in yesterday and was very good and brought me
flowers. I felt a fraud, as she had asked me in and I didn't
go, so she concluded I had a relapse of gripe. However... I
looked wistful and got away with it. But I must go see
her this week. She asked after you and your address.

Gibby was put to sleep on the bottom shelf and banked up
with hot water bottles. I think that is all she needed,
tropic heat. She sat and slept for 24 hours, now
had eaten tea and brandy and a few grains of rice and
decided she was better. It is a joy to see her, a little
weak but swining from the cage and actually upsetting
things on the shelves. One felt she was pretty sick, to be
so quiet. We had the doctor in who did nothing at
all but was rather nice, she said we better telephone to the
Basel Zoo. I think Gibby feared the worst and got
a hustle on. I got my ticket more or less finally for Wed.

Will, J.V., arrive Thurs. I repeat, don't put yourself
out and I will take the front room or anything you prefer.
I WILL be so damn glad to see you both. Love and love and
love.

Feb. 9, Monday.

I guess, dear Fido, this will be my last note. Please see,
I repeat, that Elin gets some keys in. It looks better
coming to you BEFORE I get down, even if she can't
manage to find them. There used to be constant popping in
and out ... not that I have anything especially private, its
the awful unprotected feeling. But if there are none,
it doesn't really so very much matter.

There was no post but two orders which I posted to Chevally and
this, enclosed, which is the usual bi/age from Mrs. Heath.
I will be so glad to see you. I am waiting till about two as
there is usually an express after lunch ... and there may be thin
things to answer. I have got my ticket and leave, D. V., as I
have since said, on Wed. from here about 4.30,
dine in Geneva, arrive about 10.15, I think in
Monte, all being well.

Thank you for the three magazines. The article on
the Greek finds is most fascinating. There came three
bound books from Bumpus. I have told Claire to call up the
local book-binder here. Gibby is back as normal, in
the big cage. Lady rushed at her and embraced her. They all
seem well, Gib has still a tiny cough, but I have
given very special orders as to heating and no open
windows. I have been most strict, but I think now, all
will be well.

Give my love to Eileen. I will be interested to hear all
news and how the family gets on to another reason for
keys, in case mama plunged in, I could be in a room,

and sneak put. )

But don't worry, the
least intimation and I will sit in casino to get bath or
take walk, there is much I can do to keep out of way. I
won't even anticipate things from that quarter. And good luck.
I hope Eileen is happy and they all get settled nicely in
Nice.

I wrote Chaddie to-day, she is very non-committal, she says to
me that she daren't express opinions as it so often
" influences " the patient afterwards in some way or
other and she always wants to get the " problem " straight
from the psyche. Well... more later.

Well, of course, now I remember, this is Monday and I
don't suppose letter can come. But I will maybe hear in
the morning, in the meantime, keep well, I will soon now be
toher. Love to both dogs, wog.

I don't think I will express as that means E. will be out
as last time. I will just send this ... love again.

Miss M. is at work on the last bit of captions, I will
send it on to O.B.

Tuesday.

I am sorry about this PRESSA. I don't know if it is old
or new or if possibly, you sent it me, to be
I found among old letters as I was destroying.
catalogued. Please forgive my sending. And the other for
order, I don't know if it is to go to O. B., or what, also
this little note, but last, all right.

I am getting Robert to express this, really positively " my
last appearance " this end anyhow, I hope to make grand
debut on the Monte Platform on Thurs., D. being V.

Everything is all right. I am sorry you worried. I had your
wire and send answer " everyone all right " while of course,
included Gibby.

Gibby won't eat very, very much but she does eat now. She
didn't for a time. She sleeps, I told you, on shelf with
hot water bottles and the stove on top of her (the electic)
now she is in her own cage and looks more alert. Robert
is sweeping the back terrace and is waiting to post this.
P. is in dining-room, all serene, Miss M. seems very
good and works conscientiously. She has done the last note from
captions while I am posting now separately.

I had hoped to have some letters from you to enliven me,
and so I could better reflect back some joy, have noting to
" draw on ", but I guess the letters will come after
lunch as per usual, nothing yesterday and Monday after
SUNDAY is always particularly lonely. But I am sure I will
have huge reward to-day later and I got the wire yesterday.
Love and love and love. Buddy does not write me, but sent a
card, he wrote reams and now does not write. I suppose he is

will want to get the drift of it
all. I feel myself, that even
I would ~~prefer~~ to spend six months
there on my own and get it sharded
in some business way, I think
it ought ~~not~~ to get lost now.
Let me hear chez Chaddie. I am
dreading the journey and the
change. Will you forgive me,
if the joint letter from Paris
holds little from me ? I thought I
would dash this off and post it,
instead. I will add a line of course,
from Paris.

I don't know what I will do. As
I said to dog in my room this morning, I
destroy every plan with another,
am completely ambivalent, its
too gawd-awful, but I suppose that
is a " symptom. " ( I will tire you

GRAND HÔTEL BAGLIONI
FLORENCE

April 12.

Just a line. Darling Fido, to
say good-bye and bon voyage, I
trust you and the TURTLE get along,
and please give him my love, will
you ?

I am a wreck ... I will do what I can
in London and will see Eileen and
try to get things straight with her,
emotionally at least. I think she is
straight too, does try to fit
things in order now. I will
not enter into any details about
things, just get general line up
and let you know how it all seems. I
will keep out of the office tangle,
but am naturally interested and

with symptoms by the time I see you next. ) Give
love to Miss L. too, much love from me.
I will write you chez Turtle.

Pup came in this morning and cheered me up
by saying, " at least YOU have a room to sleep
in to-night. " She was quite spiteful about it,
" and, " she added, " you will get things to
eat on the train, etc. etc. " I think it
so good that she knows what hard travel is, as now she
will always appreciate a sleeper when she has it.
I told her that one day I wanted her to come
with me to Italy, I enclose for her. A tiny note.
Willyou deliver it with proper
sentiment

I HATE to go. I have never felt so sick about
leaving Territet. I am usually rather smug about it,
gainst to get to sea-level, but not so Oser. I hate
to go. I will be at hotel, O TEMPERANCE, worse that
the Perkinseeses. Well.... darling, Fido. Please
be as happy as you can and I will keep up my heart
too if poss ( a Miss Watson says. )

More later from London and thanks always and much love
from a somewhat moth-eaten , mange-chewed

Wed. morning.

1.

This in a hurry. I got up early and got my trunk at
Victoria. I go to Chaddie in a half hour. I saw K.
last night. He blew in here from Chaddie. He had had a
day with O.B., seemed frightfully released. We
are on the track of a flat for him, I think he will
find it to his liking, in Gerrard street. There is
a big room here in Tavistock that I like but the old dame
has no telephone and charges too much... it is frightfully
respectable and big, bigger than Chaddies big room and nice
furniture etc. etc. Quite an air ... but I doubt if I
could live up to it. I go again after P.A. to look
at some more rooms, I should be in now in two more days or
so. Address Chaddie or Bank as I will get them to post
to me, but better Chaddie.

I send post cards to Pup.

I did not see Eileen as she seems full up with John and I
don't want at the moment to plan evenings. K. blew in
last night and said he wanted to take me to Saint Joan,
there is a three weeks revival. We dined at Florist Florist
Florence and K. got nice dress circle seats. He giggled
all the time at the Shaw jokes and seemed very happy. He
said he loved London and keeps talking of his studio days
there near Gerrard street, and of Lex. So I guess the Pong
thing will melt into the general ensemble if it has not
already done so. He immediately said he wanted me
to go to Wunderbar to-night, that is why I got trunk
as he wants me to dress. He has asked Buddy but I can't
wait for message as he may not be able to get tickets.

1.

This place is a yell, dear Fido. If you ever
come over in a hurry, you couldn't do better,
every room is as compact as a state-room, really rather
funny. There is a good type of American here, come and go.
Food is not very good but one has breakfast in
and proper meals out. There is wireless and
constant broadcasting, the big lounge is
very comfortable, exactly like a ship.

I move however in a day or so, even to-morrow if I
find a place. I went on the prowl yesterday and
located a place in Gerrard street. I loved
it ( at less than £4 a week, £3½ to be
exact ) but as it is right over Legrain's
coffee shop, I though the bunch would think
I was there as official spy. I left a note for K.
at Chaddies yesterday and he came round for five
minutes. He thinks he may take the place, it is
sheer Peter -Lex, and I think he could type
there and work, it is two good rooms,
kitchen, bath and store room, really
a surprising bargain. It seems to be all right.
An Australian has sub-let it from some
theatrical person ... clean and in a very
Bo'emian quartier. K. comes to-night
and we go there to inspect it. And I dine with him.
He seemed fit, had been looking at baths, seemed
rather peaceful but rushed. He is with his
family all the time, more or less, I judge, do
not ask, that anyhow, is inevitable at the first.

2.

I have asked Eileen here to tea to-day. We
will discuss flats, plans etc. All the places Steph-
gave here were most ratty with aspidistras and lace
curtains. I think I have a place for myself opposite
Museum, am going there to-day to look, it is
furnished a part-ement, I think a left-over
from some old American or research person, very proper.

I will write. I will stay here to-night again and
maybe move day after to-morrow, but write either
Chaddie or Bank, preferable Chaddie.

I go now to Chaddie in about an hour. I find it very
restful and will like it, I know. I was
happy to be there but rather too intellectual, she
implied, I mean I talked about astronomy etc. and she
said I should let go and drift but I suppose one
has to approach it ones own way. I will get more
" drug and drift " as I wear out the top layer, I
am sure. I am surprised at Eileen, she seems
very released, she said, " I'm tired of being
starving Russia, she implied she wanted to go
ahead with John, " but the boy friend didn't

come up to scratch. "

I am happy about her. I
have not seen John.

I am planning a party but will wait till I
am settled and can get at my clothes. The trunk
now is stored in proper room and I can leave it
as long as I want, but I rather want it. I had
no trouble at customs at all.

I hope your work goes on nicely. I love the
Mandrake book, it has just a suggestion of Gaunt, I
find.

Monday, April 27.

Darling Fido,

There was a fuss in the house as I knew there
was a letter this morning and it had got taken up to some other
room by mistake. So now that it is finally traced ... it is
almost analysis hour. So I will dash his off : to say :
thank you so much for the £3 .00. which I received
and with which we will certainly have another " party . " The
last one I wrote you, though delayed, was a great success.
I went on with it yesterday, as the lunch at Chaddie was
a sort of continuation of the two oclock supper the night before
or the same morning. ( I get worse and worse with my type
script. ) I am rather rattled this morning as the census paper has
just been put on my table ... and the letter was late ... and
I have linked on some more rather sad things with the
father-phobe, some animals that I saw killed etc. Do forgive
me for telling you this. But I know you want to know and as

my mind is going round so hard, if I stop in writing to
you, I block myself and analysis. I always write you
just before going to Chaddie.

I met K. last night at nine in the Cafe Royal. He is ever
so good now. He is getting better and Eileen and I both
lecture him mildly, on the subject of people and that no one
has ever HURT us, that it is all a sort of dream or story and
that every hurt and scar now is really built up on
something different etc. etc. I think Eileen and I have
both got back into a more child-attitude and an indifference
to the present. K. is still a youth or a school-boy and can't
get back. I think probably Eileen and I both have some of the
same sort of father-fixation and phobia, somehow allied. Both K.
and Eileen have been upset by my tales and I have stirred them
both up, in different ways. When I told Eileen about Tom
Moore and the Greek Play and how I ran through the streets
looking for him and when I looked for K. one night, I knew it was
Tom Moore and not K. ( etc. ) SHE burst into tears. So I seem

To have a sort of vibration with both K. and E. on
all this. I imagine it is that & THEY apparently found
Mrs. M. dead drunk in the garden one night and K., anyhow,
thought she was dying etc. etc. It is the same motive in a way,
isn't it? Anyhow, we all progress and are a strange and
touching little family with Chaddie, as Eileen says,
the " fairy-god-mother. "

K. will comqin here, he says after C., for a brandy. Eileen
comes between her analysis and John's, for tea. So you see
I am an authentic anex of 48.

I have cards from Puss. And I told you I wrote her.

I am so happy about your dectures and Liss L. and all the
Berlin group. It is so good. And K. is so happy in his
sort of Pabst-London. He loves the funny little
under-the-eaves flat and is strange and boyish, yet
somehow he seems more staid too. He will be so much better and
everyone says that the Toni-fixation is waning. I talk now about
Toni and shock K. by calling him T-for-two etc.

I just laughed about Toni, now I have got hold of the real
source of fear and terror.

Well, darling, I am just about to dash across the street.

II will write of course, later. And much love and you may
be sure we will have a grand party with the £3.

Best wishes to Miss L.

And more than best to Sir Sachs.

Sunday, April 19.

3 Tavistock Square.

Chaddie came in yesterday morning with your
two letters, thank you so much, I AM so very, VERY
glad you are enjoying things and it seems right for the time,
that we all get our bearings and look about and find how much
and how each has helped and hindered each in contacts and
outlook. I am happy in this huge room. It does things to me,
after Sloane being so small, this means change... and change
of thought. Of course, I may get sick of it later but for me
moment, find the space and large windows an " escape."
yesterday morning,
I went direct to K.'s flat after Chaddie left,
as she had given me the two letters for him. I was to
meet him at Tony's ", but thought I would try out the
flat as he said he might be late. There he was, he
seemed glad to see me. He looks fitted into the little
flat, 6 Gerrard Mansions, Gerrard St. He will
be spending the day to-day, I imagine, taking down
pictures, re-arranging etc. etc. He talks about
Lux and Vim and Harpic. I think the housekeeping
will occupy him for a while. The complete change of
life, anyhow, I am sure, is good for him just now.
He got all upset over lunch, talking about future, money again.
But I tell him we none of us know where we are and the money
is no doubt associated with some dire complex that
he hasn't dared face till now. I think he is most
reasonable but stubborn and with back-slidings.
He seems to love the work with Chaddie and is going there
to-night to dine with Dan. I am going to his
place with some China tea and a lemn and soem cakes if
I can find any ( Sunday ) and Rvr. will cook me tea.
Then he will come back here and just inspect my
rooms, see where I am etc., and then right across
the street, to Chaddies and Dan and dinner. I think
fits in nicely, the distance to Gerrard St. is just

a pleasant walk from
and I guess Rvr. will stop
in now and again to or from chaddies, when he once gets the
hang off it.

I talked to him about my own " case ", last time I saw him.
I was quite " remote ", its funny how he feels that and when I
am psychically " remote ", then he is affectionate or
inclined to be. I don't know that it will much matter once one
gets the thorns of the complex pulled out. There will be
a sore empty feeling, for a time, naturally. But we will
do what is right all round.

It IS cold, that is why the script is so bad. I am
am close to the fare, forgive script being so rotten.
All you news is most happy-making. Do meet all you can and
make a " connection " there, so you can feel free at any time,
to rush off and have little bouts on your own. That is
the main thing, you must meet people - people and be happy.

Time changes here, back to Swiss time, and that always
upsets the Sunday that is already difficult a Londres.

I liked Wonderbar so much that I am asking K. to get
tickets to take Chaddie, Eileen and me and IM as for
Chaddie's birthday treat. We will probably dine somewhere so the
£5 will be nicely used up.

Now I will post this and let you have report of how K. was and
how things were looking when I write to-morrow. This letter
sounds dull, it is cold and raining and, as I say, the hour-shift
has put me out somewhere.

I get nice meals at the café across the street and have been
lunching a good bit, as I told you with K. at " Tony's. "

(I told Chaddie about that ... she was much amused . )

Do realize that I appreciate this analysis gift from the bottom
of my heart ... and when I see you, I will be able to put it
all on the map. We have progressed like greased lightning.

How the hour does fly ... it goes in ten minutes.

Love darling, and best to all. " Greet the brethern, " all of
em. Love again, QAT-

April 23. Thurs.

Fido dear,

K. took me yesterday to Olympia and he dealt with the baths, seemed terribly interested and keen. The bath chosen is lovely, a under-sea green and very simple and fittings elegant and simple. We went to the Lalique house, some glass insets, pannels of lilies and birds that was a huge Lalique fountain we loved, filled with blue-green water and little fishes swimming. I told K. the latest un-earthings of my analysis and he was shocked and terribly upset and has been quite different since. I did not know how it would upset him ... but it appears I inhibited the real thing, a shock at 11. You may remember my mother speaking of my father having had an accident. Well, it with my little brothers, appears I was alone in the house and it was I that opened the door to him and found him in the dark with the blood streaming down his face and matted on his hair, beard and coat. I took him in to his room, got the little boys to get me water and bathed his head. Then there was a sudden appearance of people, my mother who came home later, the cook, the assistant, Mr. Evans who lived with us, my half-brother. But the shock seems to have been that: all they said to us was, " now you children run along to bed. " They never asked who had opened the door, who had found my father, who had got the water and the basin. I imagine each of the grown people thought it was one of the others, the cook thought it was Mr. Evans, Mr. Evans thought it was the cook and so on. The talked over our heads about " danger, " " concussion of the brain " , " fracture of the skull " etc. etc. This all went into the u.c. where it had been tapped by talk of Mrs. M., drink and insanity. K. took the place of the father as he always talked of fear of being " hit on the head. " Toni, by various ways, represented the dark mystery that hung over this, the question as to whether or not my father had been " attached " in the dark. My father, you

The Gaspell book come, just the thing for me
now, it will be a rest and change and it
will be so good over the week-end. Thank you,
dear, dear Fido.

As a matter of fact, I am quite well but
will take some sleep, stuff to-night, I think.
And please remember that I am just near Chaddie
and if I got "funny ", I would go to
her after dinner. But it is all a sort of
miracle ...

you see, and lost memory for some days and so of course,
he himself would never have known that it was I who
had run to the door, calling " papa, papa, " to be
met by a father WHO DID NOT KNOW ME. You see ?????
The shock has, I think, coloured my whole life and I am feeling
very queer and don't sleep, but it will come right and this is
so odd and sudden and makes it all clear about my feelings
for K., as in Monte...

"And he couldn't understand and
put it down to clutching and some form of " possive "
mania on my part. But you see this only happened yesterday
and I have been making a list of things, a great many points to
talk over with Chaddie. But it's all there and coming
out ... tell Dr. S. anything and everything. Thank him
for his great sympathy and interest.

again personally
This blow on the head linked up with me. As a little
girl ( 5or 6 ) I was bashed on the back of the
head by the seat of a swing, fling out after I had
" dared myself " to jump off it in competition with
Florence, another child. I put my hand up and it
was quite red and I was shocked and THAT linked on to the
father being hit on the head, blood etc. You see ?
This is all rather horrible but I wanted you to know
that THAT was the thing, and all the time I watched Gavin
I was torn and wrecked, but never did that BASIN and blood
come into consciousness as relayed to the other, UNTIL
YESTERDAY. There is the same situation in Gaunt and
I recognized something but it did not LINK UP. You
see it would have been a shock to a little girl of 11.

But I will write again. This is to get word to you, to
tell you K. is working and very unhappy about C.U. and said
he had sent the photographs a day or so ago. K. talks to me now
freely about Toni and I am making him see WHY I was so
terrorized in Monte.

Do keep well and let me know how you progress. I am so
happy now but ever so tired and, you can see, shattered.

Love
CAT-