95 Sloane Street Wed. Belloved Mother. I am so drefful [sic] sorry to gather that you have been anxious about me - which I do from a pc forwarded from Rosenlaui saying that you have telegraphed to me there. You understand, I never got the telegram and I have only just got the pc. I wrote to you as soon as I knew your address. It was no good telegraphing to you this morning as you must already have got my letter from here. I am now in boisterous health, as I hope this finds you.
I had a very pleasant dinner with Domnul en tête à tête on Monday. We drew out maps and discussed his Persian journey and our Indian plans. He has just been to tea with me - we next meet in Delhi! I've got a letter from Col. Baring saying that we are to be put up in the Viceroy's Camp. I do think that's rather skilfully managed, don't you! And it will be the greatest joke in life. I lunched yesterday with the Strongs. You know I do rather love that little rat - if it were only for a very genuine regard that I believe he has for me. He wants me to write a book for him, in a series on art he is bringing out for George Duckworth. He gave me my choice of subject. I think if I did it I wd write on Florentines between Giotto and Donatello - the great moment of upspringing when art threw off Byzantium and took on Greece. But I feel very doubtful as to whether I cd do, and then when! However I am to think it over. What do you think? I must tell you the other writers are Furtwäugher and people of his sort! Charlie Furse is to do Tintoret, Mrs Strong Rome. Stryzgowski, the greatest living authority, the period immediately before mine. It's very alarming. I wish he wd give one to Ambrose. The latter has been to see me twice - as a friend! I lunched with Lady Poynter today. She was indescribably kind. She said she had told Ambo she didn't think it was any good. She is a dear woman, and wise.

I dined with Sybil last night and she invited me to come again tonight but I'm engaged to Tiny. I've got a lot to say about Sybil, .... I'll say it. We got on extremely well, but I was rather relieved when at length we managed to leave people alone and talk of less - or more? - vital matters. Aunt Bessie comes north with me tomorrow and - a macaw! which has just been given me by a grateful lady whom I'm emigrating to S. Africa! It hasn't arrived yet, but I expect it will presently. I'm told it's a very large bird! I propose that it should share my sitting room. It can talk! not as well, we'll hope, as Sybil or Mrs Strong.

You corrected my proofs with great skill, thank you so very much. It's quite like a real article, isn't it!

It rains and rains here - I do hope it's finer with you. My dear love to Amy. Ever your affectionate daughter Gertrude