… I should love to come to Asheham on the 17th. Do have me. My story ¹ I have sent to the typist who lets me have it back on Thursday. I couldn't cope with the copying: I've been so ‘ill.’ Rheumatics plus ghastly depression plus fury. I simply long to see you. I want to talk too about your Mark on the Wall. Now shall I write about it or talk about it? Tell me, may I come and see you on Sunday at the tea time or after supper time or whenever it suits you? Or when may I come? I thought you had finally despatched me to cruel callous Coventry, without a wave of your lily-white hand.