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St. Stephen's House,
London, S.W.1.

11th February, 1932.

My own darling

You must have had a horrid night of it. That wicked Mr P.! [ST: Our dog]. I am so glad
Alastair is on the way to recovery. Are the pipes frozen at Elsfield?
I am afraid we are in for a rotten week.

Yesterday I lunched with the Carnegie Trustees and sat
next to Miss Haldane, who apparently is responsible for all the
trouble at the B.B.C. about modern novels. We had a long Ashridge
Committee, and then Jock McEwan persuaded me to slip out and see
"Julius Caesar" at His Majesty's. On the whole I thought it pretty
good. What a play it is!

Alice and I go down to Welwyn this afternoon, and I hope
the roads won 't be too slippery. Take good care of yourself at
Elsfield in this biting weather.

Hugh Macmillan and I arrive by the 4.45 train tomorrow.
Webb will have to take us down to the Carlton dinner.

I am very well. I have got the first copy of Scott.

Much love

from

John

I will invite Marnie.