March 8. 95 Sloane Street. Dearest Mother. How stupid I was about the cheque. I quite forgot I should have to cash it. However Grandmamma will give me one. Sophie and I are going to the Pop this afternoon, into 3/ places. I think it's a capital plan, Joachim plays so it will be very delightful. The dinner at the Arthur Russells' was most amusing, I sat by Bernard Holland who is a very funny person and charming to talk to. He is a sort of combination of Andrew Lang and Mr. Ritchie. Flora was on the other side of him and Claud of me, and beyond Claud, Lady Colvile. She was rather bored poor lady, for she did not talk to Lord Arthur who took her in and she could not very well talk to us because we were too far off. Mr Pember dined and made an oasis of conversation at the other end, so it went off well. After dinner I talked to Mr. Holland for a long time, then to Mr. Pollen who came early, then came heaps of people - Leo Maxse, the Grenfells, two Oxford young men whom I know and like, the Maurice Macmillans to whom I talked, they asked after you - so did Henry James who was in great form; Lady Airlie, M. Jusserand, M. Lecomte, and lots of other people. I stayed rather late. Grandmamma has got a cold but she is going to Wokingham in spite of all our offers to go instead of her. I hope it won't make her worse. Your wreath is very pretty. It is made of daffodils, for I found that one made of violets would cost at least a guinea which I thought was far too dear, that was right, wasn't it? By the bye Mr Pember was very sorry not to have seen you and sent you messages by me. Henry James said "M - did Mrs Bell enjoy herself in London, and is she glad to be at home - but perhaps the two clauses of my question are not quite m - m consistent." Ever your very affectionate daughter Gertrude.