nes promised to
marry me. I always knew you liked me, but I never knew how much until
this letter. Up to now I think we have been too much like the strong
heroes in books who feel so much and say so little, and feel all the
more for saying so little. Now that's over and we shall never be that
kind of an ass again. 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. A