Sunday 95 Sloane Street. Dearest Mother. I came in so late yesterday that I could not write to you. I went to a charming Pop and sat next Miss Ritchie who was a great dear. I met all the Duckworths in the bus going - Stella looks very pale and sad. She is in on Sundays and I shall go and see her next week. After the Pop I hopped into a bus and went to Gray's Inn Square to a tea party of Aunt Kate's. The Pattinsons were there and Charlie Cornish and his wife (a dull little lady) and Uncle Cliff. I was much surprised to see him for I thought he had disappeared Bellow the surface, but apparently he has come up again. Horace brought me home and we walked a long way through fascinating parlieus of the Inns of court. Horace was somewhat depressed - I think his mother weighed a little on his mind!
This morning I stayed in and read some most illuminating articles on Sufyism. There's a lot to know, but I guess I'll know some of it before I've done. I had a most charming letter from Sidney Colvin who sent me a form to fill up and a testimonial to my character. I expect I shall get my reading ticket tomorrow. This afternoon I walked cross the Park and called on Lady Pollock who was out and Caroline who was out; then back to Kensington where I payed a long visit on Carrie, and on to Margaret Massingberd where I had a delightful visit. They are dears those two!

Mr Kitcat[?] is here - it reeks of clerical gossip!

Tell Maurice I met Tootoo in the street yesterday, looking prettier than words can say. She is coming to see me on Wednesday. She is staying with the Poetess Lauriat!

Grandmamma quite forgot to write yesterday saying that Louise can come here. Your very affectionate daughter Gertrude