Feb. 12 95 Sloane Street Dearest Mother. It has been so deliciously fine today. Auntie Bessie and I went to 84 Piccadilly and walked home. Lady Humphrey looks rather ill, very weak still. I met Lord Carlisle in Piccadilly who stopped and said "Oh how do you do?" and then of course had nothing more to say. So I told him I was going to the Russells' where he said we should probably meet - and then we went our ways. It is so foolish of people to stop and talk in the street - one only does it out of surprise. This afternoon I walked to Green St where I found their house all shut up, so I went on to Harley St to see about the magazine, sending Lizzie back in an omnibus; then Miss Croudace gave me tickets for a soirée at the Old Water Colours this evening, but you see I have no one to take me so I can't go. I don't think it would have amused me, unless you had been there. Then I went to call on Mrs Green and found her out, so I came home. London feels so deliciously nice - I wish you were here however. Miss Croudace wants me to go to her on the 1st of March, but I don't want to at all - tell me I mustn't stay so long! Ever your very affectionate daughter, Gertrude.