Weimar Wednesday. Dearest Mother. I scarcely know whether you are still in London but probably you will be. The summer plan sounds to me very pleasant, by all means let us go for the Westmorland house. The proximity of Mrs Crackenthorpe is scarcely an attraction! but I don't suppose I shall see much of her.
I have been spending a delicious afternoon with a pretty little American girl, a Miss Coxe. She hired a pony trap and drove me out to Tiefurt where Amalia's summer palace is. We put up our pony there and were shown over the little Schloss which was full of Goethe rooms and pictures; then we sat under the trees and drank coffee after which we walked about the charming park. Great clumps of lilac were in full flower and the lilac was lined with white hawthorn bushes. It was pretty! Last night we went to the opera and heard Cavalleria Rusticana admirably given. I liked it even better than the first time I heard it - don't you think it's really very good? I wonder why his other things have not been a success.

I have been trying these two mornings to write a sketch of Tehran [(Teheran)] - it's so dull I invariably go to sleep over it; Heaven help my readers if ever there be any! The worst of it is it ought to be the first one. I must have another go at it and try if it can't be pulled into shape. If only it were not so unspeakably boring, it makes me yawn to think of it!

I think I shall arrive in London on Saturday week - you will be back there by that time won't you? I'm very glad I stayed here. Maurice has liked it and for myself I feel to have got into a whole world of new books and new people which is always an agreeable sensation. Ever your very affectionate daughter Gertrude.