95 Sloane Street Tuesday night. Dearest. Your letters were most useful and if you could contrive to make Mr O'Connor (Enquiries Dept of the Southern Railway) prime minister it would barely meet his deserts. He has secured me all my seats in crowded trains and he is sending an omnibus at 9.45 - incidentally Pauline is coming at 9.30 to accompany me to the station and see me off. I think her stalwart presence will be most useful. The Crown Agents told me that they thought that as an official I ought to get a rebate on the tickets we bought through M. de Lubusac[?] so I have told a charming gentleman (namens Thompson, address Anglo Franconia, Baltic, Leadenhall St) to make enquiries and communicate with you on the subject. I have some hope that a small cheque may result. The trains are so full that I couldn't get a second class seat for Marie from Calais to Paris, so Mr O'Connor has reserved a first class seat for her and I pay the difference - it is only about 30 francs. The Southern Railway Interpreter has been told to meet us at the Gare du Nord and arrange for her seat from the Gare de Lyons to Trieste.
I'm ashamed to say that I left my umbrella in a cab this morning - a black umbrella with a crooked bambo [sic] stick and a silver ring marked GLB. Will you please rescue it from Scotland Yard and leave it here - I have had to get a new one. I really am an ass.

I've told Mother about all my doings and the only thing I have to say to you is that I'm always and always your most loving daughter Gertrude.

Faisal's address is 10 Princes Gate if you want to wait upon him.