95 Sloane Street. Dearest Father. Mother thinks she would like the glass moved - she will write tomorrow. She is horrified to see that her afternoon letter to you has not been posted. Send her back the letter I enclose.
I have had an amusing day. First I went at 10 o'clock to be photographed - that wasn't very nice. Then I called at Green St to ask what time Caroline wanted me tomorrow. She came rushing out of the kitchen with all her account books in her hand - brought me into the dining room where we sat and chatted regardless of precious morning hours for some time. Presently Mr. Grosvenor joined us and we had a very amusing talk. I persuaded her to accept the Russell's invitation for the 6th - it will be delightful to have them there. Then I walked to Harley St where I sat for half an hour talked to Miss Croudace and wrote letters. Then I went on to the Marylebone baths where I met Flora and we had a delicious swim. I came back in a hansom dropping her on the way and found Mary here - she had proposed herself for lunch - and Billy. She and I sat in the garden, I in the sun with my hair down for it was quite wet, and talked till past 3. She was very dear and sweet, I always feel that a long talk with her is one of the most refreshing things in this weary life. At 4 Billy came and fetched me and we went together to the stores to choose a saddle for Valladures[?]. I had other long talks with him, which was nice, but a different sort of niceness, and interesting for he told me all he does and what he is going to do. We came back here to tea, I not having energy enough to join Mother at the Macmillan's and found Gerald. Billy presently went away to Purbright, Gerald and I sat in the garden and read. Mother enjoyed her party vastly, was introduced to Thomas Hardy and had a long talk with him. The little girls spent all the day with Hunt at her brother-in-law's. They came home at 8, radiant. Molly says he was a very kind man, he gave them strawberries and cream and lots of flowers, but to their surprise, he had no servants though he has a conservatory! We suppose he must be a market gardener.

Yesterday we went to a dull afternoon party at the Brassey's from which I went on to a dull tea at Mrs Green's. Mlle Souvestre[?] was there, a clever woman but I don't much like her. She knows all about the Vosges and is going to give us renseignements. We went to the French play in the evening; it was delightful, Mother has probably told you all about it. Goodbye, I am just going to dress for the Academy and Devonshire House. I wish you were coming too! Ever your very affectionate daughter Gertrude.