page 237

I wired you to-day. This is just to say how glad I shall be if you can put me up on Wednesday. I have been horribly ill since you left. I must see Sorapure with as little delay as possible. Please don't tell anyone I am coming, not even Koteliansky. Don't make preparations for me, will you? What would be perfect would be to feel you just let me in without giving me a moment's thought. You know what I mean? Everything will be nice. There's only one thing. If you can put me into a bedroom rather than the sitting room… No, I take that back. That's nonsense. If you knew how those orange flowery curtains are waving in my mind at this moment! Will you really be at your door on Wednesday? Or is it a fairy tale!