Tuesday Red Barns, Coatham, Redcar. Dearest Father. I was much surprised to have your letter from Tyndrum, however the expedition seems to have been a success - but put not your trust in Scotch railways! Mr Chirol arrived safely and Hugo also came back yesterday to my great satisfaction. We had a most pleasant evening. Today Caroline and I had thought of going to Rounton, but she was not very well so I sent a telegram to say we were not coming. Mr G. [Grosvenor[?]] played golf with Mr Gervais and I played a short round with Mr Chirol, who is as bad as ever. He has gone out by himself this afternoon. It's quite warm again, windy and fine. Toby has found a little sheltered place to lie in the garden and she sits there all day, to the extreme detriment of the flowers. The N.Gs [Norman Grosvenors[?]] go tomorrow. Please thank Mother for her various letters. I am purveying stewed fruit and pears for Domnul. I'm awfully sorry about César Birotteau. I can't find it anywhere and yet I know I have an impression of having seen it. No Figaros! has anything happened? I did send on the letter to Haas and Nutt with the enclosure. I have arranged with a young man called Denison Ross, who once read Persian with me, that I should send him all my difficulties in Persian and Arabic during the winter - sort of correspondence lessons. I think it will prove a most useful plan. Ever your very affectionate daughter Gertrude
I'm so sorry about Elsa's foot - I hope it's all right.