Your parcel came at midday. You cannot think in what dramatic circumstances. I was ‘up’ for the first time and downstairs and because of my hideous wickedness I had begun to cry dreadfully—that is quite true—when in walked the cigarettes—the chocolates and the thrice blessed little bottle of whiskey. So I drank some whiskey and smoked a cigarette and dried my eyes and sent you a very superior form of blessing—which I hope you caught safely.

I am glad that you liked The Little Governess ¹—but wait. I've written such different things lately—much, much better—and I am going on writing them. Yes, I have a special disease. Pray your Ancestors for my heart.