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

21st November, 1933

My own darling

I do hope that you enjoyed your visit to Whitchurch yesterday
and were not hung up by fog; also that you were not too lonely
in the evening. I think the fog has gone today, and I won 't
be hung up on my journey to Cambridge. It is rather interesting
staying in the Master's house at Trinity, where Bentley used to have
his quarrels and Newton made his discoveries.

I could not be bothered going to Circe's last night, so
I spent the evening in the Club library looking up points about
Cromwell.

I see old Augustine Birrell is dead. He is a link with
my earliest youth, for he was a great friend of my father's.
I go to Cambridge just after luncheon, and shall be back
at my office at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning, I hope. Then I
have a most congested day, but I meet you at the Austen Chamberlains'
at 6.30.

I had a visit yesterday from a son of my old hunter in
South Africa, who is doing very well as a chartered accountant in
London; an uncommonly nice boy.

Much love.

from
John