We've hit--by accident--upon something permanent. You've written to me, "I hate the woman who will be your wife," and I write back, "Hate her. Can't I love you both?" She will never come between us, Stewart (She wouldn't wish to, but that's by the way), because our friendship has now passed beyond intervention.
No third person could break it. We couldn't ourselves, I fancy.
We may quarrel and argue till one of us dies, but the thing is registered. I only wish, dear man, you could be happier. For me, it's as if a light was suddenly held behind the world.
R.E.
Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road, Sawston Dear Mrs. Lewin,--The time goes flying, but I am getting to learn my wonderful boy.
We speak a great deal about his work. He has just finished a curious thing called "Nemi"--about a Roman ship that is actually sunk in some lake. I cannot think how he describes the things, when he has never seen them. If, as I hope, he goes to Italy next year, he should turn out something really good. Meanwhile we are hunting for a publisher. Herbert believes that a collection of short stories is hard to get published. It is, after all, better to write one long one.
But you must not think we only talk books. What we say on other topics cannot so easily be repeated! Oh, Mrs Lewin, he is a dear, and dearer than ever now that we have him at Sawston. Herbert, in a quiet way, has been making inquiries about those Cambridge friends of his. Nothing against them, but they seem to be terribly eccentric. None of them are good at games, and they spend all their spare time thinking and discussing. They discuss what one knows and what one never will know and what one had much better not know. Herbert says it is because they have not got enough to do.--Ever your grateful and affectionate friend, Agnes Pembroke Shelthorpe, 9 Sawston Park Road Sawston Dear Mr. Silt,--Thank you for the congratulations, which I have handed over to the delighted Rickie.
(The congratulations were really addressed to Agnes--a social blunder which Mr. Pembroke deftly corrects.)I am sorry that the rumor reached you that I was not pleased.
Anything pleases me that promises my sister's happiness, and Ihave known your cousin nearly as long as you have. It will be a very long engagement, for he must make his way first. The dear boy is not nearly as wealthy as he supposed; having no tastes, and hardly any expenses, he used to talk as if he were a millionaire. He must at least double his income before he can dream of more intimate ties. This has been a bitter pill, but Iam glad to say that they have accepted it bravely.
Hoping that you and Mrs. Silt will profit by your week at Margate.-I remain, yours very sincerely, Herbert Pembroke Cadover, Wilts.
Dear {Miss Pembroke, {Agnes-I hear that you are going to marry my nephew. I have no idea what he is like, and wonder whether you would bring him that I may find out. Isn't September rather a nice month? You might have to go to Stone Henge, but with that exception would be left unmolested. I do hope you will manage the visit. We met once at Mrs. Lewin's, and I have a very clear recollection of you.--Believe me, yours sincerely, Emily Failing
