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

7th June, 1934

My own little darling

What a sad world it is! Edward Halifax told me on
Tuesday afternoon that Walter [ST: Buchanan] Riddell was not expected to recover .
It is a terrible loss, and my heart aches for poor Rachel. I am
afraid they will be left very poorly off. I have never known so
many friends die in so short a time.

I hope Alastair has not got much of a chill. I am writing
to him today.

I cannot get my head raised from this miserable donkey
work of the Cromwell index. I must stick at it all day.

I dined with my mother last night, and met Violet Markham,
Maudie and Max Moritz Bonn there. We had a very pleasant dinner. Then
I went to bed at ten o'clock.

Remind Webb that I will be back tomorrow at 10.15.
I have arranged with John Edgar for three o'clock .

Much love.

from
John

P.S. I enclose a London Library card. Do please do
something about it.