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76, PORTLAND PLACE, W.
Nov: 6: 17
My dearest wee Mother
This is a day of heavy rain. I see the poor Eyetalians [ST: Italians] are walking backward again. This is certainly one of the beastliest stages of the war. Nearly everybody I have to deal with officially is cantankerous and stupid. I am quite fit now,
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and shall make [earnest] efforts to remain so. Tell Walter I will write to him shortly about public affairs, and please ask him to send back my pass-book whenever it is made up.
I had a long day yesterday, but a quiet evening at home. I lunched with Lord Drogheda, who in spite of his awful wife is a very
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nice fellow.
Susie is rather seedy to-day. The children are thriving. Billy ran away from Alice & John yesterday & said to Nannie "Teasing". Nannie said, "Teasing whom?" & Billy said "The little man".
I have written a thing on Cecil Rawling which I hope may be in the "Times" to-morrow, I continue to
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get heaps of letters from his brother-officers. He was a well-beloved old fellow. I see Talbot Papineau [ST: from Quebec, afterwards killed in action], a very gallant young Canadian who was at Brasenose, has been killed.
Much love, little body. I hope you are feeling better now.
[illegible]
John
