My darling Friend
I got your letter this morning I most fully understand it. I feel so
sure the going to England is the best thing, & the sooner you go the
better. I can’t understand anyone’s staying here who can go I
. My place is here, or, wherever my husband is. I am so sorry I
posted that letter to Miss Molteno
yesterday. It was very thoughtless
of me, but I was just writing it when Cron
came in to tell me he was
leaving at once for Cape Town. I had heard nothing of the whole matter
though it had been going on for weeks. I really don’t mind much,
I’m not just saying it. And it may be my brother Will
will not think
so seriously of it as I do. If it goes to trial before the Supreme
Court the mere costs will amount to some hundreds; it
but it seems to
me the case may be won
won on the ground that Cron’s
Sampson ^(the Attorney General)^ & the Master of the Supreme Court were
." As he has never mentioned the matter to any one, he
tells me I hardly see how the man can get his £1000
damages. But some
how it doesn’t trabl
trouble me. I feel curiously peaceful about
every thing, that has happened or does happen or can happen.
I will write & let you know when Cron
returns on Tuesday morning how
I am sure what Miss Molteno
needs is to go into quite a new world. You
& she must go to Switzerland or Germany. Have you been to
South Germany? It’s so nice & the peasants are so sweet & lovable.
The dear little village where my father was born is always a dream of
peace & sweetness to me.
I am better the last few days: & Hanover seems so much much more
endurable to me; now I expect nothing & don’t mind.
Dear little Squires looked in for half an hour this morning. He was
looking thin & ill. Please
You know my sweet darling friends you
couldn’t help me by being in this country, & I’m so
glad you are
If I can only hear you are both getting quite strong
& well on the continent. Perhaps some day you will return & Helen
be with you, & you’ll really settle down somewhere & Miss Forrest &
Miss Smith can come too.
You know my dream has always been that one could knock about the world
when one was young, but when one got older settle down to a large
broad sort of home life. A household with plenty of people of all
sorts & kinds who love each other & have some sort of need of
eachother – as Rebekah does in my novel.
Good bye, darling.
I wish you could have seen Cron
in town. But he will only arrive
Sunday morning, go straight to my brother Will’s
, & return again by
the Sunday evening train. I’ll write a real letter soon.
^My little boy has got a little boy to play with him this afternoon &
I have given them sweets & marbles & they are very happy in the