Cairo. Tuesday Dearest Mother. Father is going on quite satisfactorily but slowly. For my part I'm very glad his doctor refuses to let him hurry and get up and go about, for everyone says the one thing necessary is rest - and quiet. He has a tiny little bit of fever still at times - I think it's almost gone today. He has been allowed soup and an egg today and he has been out of bed on a chair in his room. But he is not to leave his room tomorrow. He looks much brighter today and talks quite cheerfully. I think there is no reason to doubt we shall be able to leave on Monday, but whatever happens we won't run any risks. It's really not worth it.
After H. left yesterday I went to the Khedivial library and had a very interesting talk with Dr Moritz who showed me lots of beautiful things. We became so deep in talk that I brought him home to lunch with me and then he came up to see Father for a few moments. After he went I sat with Father most of the afternoon except for half an hour when I had to go and see Countess Bernstorff whose day it was. Sir John Harrington came in late and stayed till nearly dinner time but Father did not see him as his doctor was there. This morning I went at cockcrow to Dr Moritz's house and we looked at photographs and talked of Sassanian ornament for three happy hours. It really was delightful. I got home at 12 and found Father quite brisk. He rested after lunch and Mrs Napier and I went to the bazaars where I found some Persian friends and was entertained with tea. They knew the Acre ['Akko] people and had seen my photograph in their houses. They were Beha'is of course. Then I sat with Father and went out for a few moments to see the Ernest Richmonds and found Oppenheim waiting for me when I came back. He introduced me to a very distinguished woman who is staying in the hotel, a Princess Lebidoff who is a famous orientalist and is studying here with some sheikhs from the Azhar. I shall like to have a talk with her. We are going to dine together some night. Now I must go and see Father for a little before he returns for the night. Your affectionate daughter Gertrude

Moritz and I are hatching great plans for exploring the Syrian desert together!

Tell Hugo the gnome hasn't sent the photographs yet. I'll go for them tomorrow. Will you please have the Times kept for me from Thursday 3rd inclusive.