2110-7-1-16

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

5th March, 1935.

My own darling,

Alison Morrison [ST: Mrs W.S. Morrison] was in the train yesterday and asked me about going over to Withington to spend Saturday night. I gathered that you have given no definite answer, and if you have not I think I would sooner not go. A midnight party for madrigals at Reggie Gunter's does not sound very attractive.

I wonder if you could do me a great favour? John Gilmour (the Home Secretary's son) has not yet found a job, and when I mentioned the Blue Funnel Line his father was very interested, and asked me if I could make enquiries. Could you find out from Ruth if Leonard Cripps has still any vacancies ? John Gilmour was in the Eton boat and the Cambridge boat, and is the best kind of young man.

This is a sad world. The son of a friend of mine, Colonel Cruddas, in the House, got news last night that his only son was found dead beside his motorcar, shot by his own hand; Fergus Graham is very ill with pneumonia; and poor Lady Edmondson has gone out of her mind and is shut up.

Oliver Stanley was quite good in the House last night and has rather recovered his reputation. I have broken a tooth off my plate and have to go to the dentist.

I have a Reuter meeting this afternoon. It is lovely weather. I hope the little man is approaching recovery. He is sure to be enjoying himself.

Much love.

from John

P.T.O.

2.

P.S. Plesch has recovered, and is seeing me tomorrow morning.