Wed. Dearest Mother. Hugo and I began our evening very pleasantly with an hour at Sue's: Mr Somers Coxe, Miss Jerningham and Sue were playing trios with Pepys Cockrell and Lady Agatha Thynne for audience. Hugo was a great success and talked very charmingly and with vast good sense, bless him! He then went onto his ball and I to the Russells, where there were all the ordinary people and I was well amused - Stracheys, Tyrrells, Knowleses, Grenfells, Arthur Stanley who is such a dear, Malets, Sligos, and so on. This morning I went and saw Tiny who is shortly going to have a baby and is very uncomfortable, poor dear. Evelyn Grant Duff is staying with her. He looks centuries old. He is going to be a year at the F.O.
This afternoon I bought Xmas presents, which is a tiring occupation. Hugo is looking rather white I think, but is in very good spirits. I expect he will be worn out tonight after his ball and a long day.

I return Mrs R.'s letter which you may want. Burn the others.

Do you think Papa wd like a Dictionary of Quotations for a Xmas present? It seems to me we are always wanting one.

I hope you are amused! Ever your affectionate daughter Gertrude