Have you got my letters, and those gauze things I sent you for
the hot weather? They tell me here they're right. But how's one
to know? Meanwhile, my dear, here are your mother and sister on
their knees to you, just to be told what you want. Try and want
something!--there's a dear.
'Mother's fairly well--I mean as well as we can expect after
such an illness. My salary here enables me to give her a proper
trained nurse, and to send Jean to school. As to the rest,
don't trouble about me, old man. Sometimes I think it was my
pride more than anything else that was hurt a year ago. Anyway
I find in myself a tremendous appetite for work. In spite of
his oddities, Mr. Mannering is a most stimulating critic and
companion. My work is interesting, and I find myself steeped
once more in the most fascinating, the most wonderful of all
literatures! What remains unsatisfied in me is the passion
which you know I have always had for setting things
straight--organizing, tidying up! Not to speak of other
passions--for work directly connected with the war, for
instance--which have had to be scrapped for a time.
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