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The Letters of Katherine Mansfield: Volume II

— 6, Pond Street, — Hampstead, N.W. 3 — Friday — August 18, 1922

To Sir Harold Beauchamp


I still feel guilty at having so disarranged your plans. My only consolation is that travelling on the Continent, at this moment, is very poor fun. Even when one has reserved seats in all the trains and so on, the immense crowds intrude. First-class carriages are full of thirdclass passengers, and the boat absolutely swarmed with ladies and babies all in an advanced state of mal de mer!

However, travelling never tires me as it does most people. I even enjoy it, discomforts and all. And we arrived here to find all kinds of thoughtful preparations, down to the good old fashioned Bath Bun with sugar on the top—an old favourite of mine. It made me feel I was anchored in England again.

I saw Doctor Sorapure this morning and went over the battlefield with him. As far as one could say from a first view, it was not at all unsatisfactory. He says my heart is not diseased in any way. He believes its condition is due page 238 to my left lung, and it's tied up with the lung in some way for the present. It's all rather complicated. But the result of the interview was that there is nothing to be feared from its behaviour. I mean its tricks are more playful than fierce. And the more exercise I take in the way of walking and moving about the better. It may stretch it. Sounds rather rum, doesn't it? But the point is, darling, J. and I can meet you anywhere in London, any time. This house is rather hard to find. It's a queer nice little place, but on the Bohemian side, i.e., I would trust its teas only—not its lunches or dinners.

Sorapure thought I looked amazingly better, of course. Everybody does. One feels a great fraud to have a wellbuilt outside and such an annoying interior.