As you will see by the enclosures I send by this mail your reproaches for my not acknowledging the tickets and the reports from New York were undeserved, as they only reached me here and the second package (of 4) in a very [illegible] condition, see the cover! The other reproach too was undeserved, as I did write you by the pilot and you probably received the note by the first mail that came in on Monday morning. You forgot that a pilot’s times of [illegible] are uncertain. I am afraid I cannot retort (with any justice) by reproaches for your lack of faith in my writing, as I feel that I have not earned absolute trust as a regular correspondent!
I was too tired to go on, and did not send you the scrap as it would have gone none the sooner. I must go back and give you an outline. I stayed in Liverpool until 2 o’clock on Monday, as we had only landed at 7 the night before and I was extremely tired. The journey tired me more so that I did nothing but a few choices and driving about the streets for several days except to spend an hour one afternoon in the National Gallery, with great delight. It has rained almost steadily ever since I landed and I am still wearing all my winter clothes and my sealskin coat! Susan Travers came, and arrived Thursday in time for dinner. That day I was so tired I did not go out at all. On Friday and Saturday afternoons (for I did not get up until my accustomed hour of 12, so that I did not see her until lunch time) we went together to the Academy, the New Gallery, the former duller than usual, the latter decidedly better and much more attractive, and the little Mrs. Allingham and Meupes Exhibitions, the latter of which was charming. India you know this time. Saturday evening we went to see Hedda Gabler and Sunday night Mrs. Merritt and Miss Lea (the Mrs. Elosted of “Hedda Gabler”) came to dine with Susan and I made the fourth and a very pleasant time we had. I went to lunch on Sunday with Miss Corden, which was also pleasant. She is one of the two London County Councillors you know, and her sister and her husband, an artist of the Whistler School, Mr. Walker Sickert, and a son of my old friend, Mr. J.B. Potter with myself were all. Next Sunday Miss Travers and I are both to lunch with them and then to go on to the Wm. Morris’s, their afternoon being Sunday.
Last night, we went to see “L’Enfant Prodigie” by way of contrast to Hedda Gabler after dining with 2 friends of Miss F. from New York. In the afternoon, we saw Holman Runts’ new picture, and in the morning I had done something of which I hope to show you the results. Today I made a very early start and went with the party of last night to Grosvean House, and this afternoon made a very interesting expedition with Miss J. and a scientific friend of hers to Mrs. Watts Hughes’ place (see May Century) which proved more interesting even than we had expected and then going in to St. Paul’s and through [illegible]. We went down on top of an [illegible], my 1st experience with it what a now new [illegible].
Here I was interrupted and immediately after dinner we went to the House of Commons to hear the debate on Mr. Stuart’s notice [illegible] the law as to enable women to be selected to a [illegible] County Councils. It was a very disappointing debate and I hardly saw how the vote could go otherwise than it did 52 for, 78 against. Tomorrow night visitations to Miss Cons’ “Evening”, but we had taken seats for the opera. I hope to be able to go to Oxford for Lady Oufferius’ meeting Friday, but am not sure yet.
Of home news I have little. Julia writes me that Bessie told me to tell you that she had not known of the time of your starting until she came to see me on Friday and heard I had gone to New York with you!! I wonder whether she got off to Bryn Mawr.
I must not write any more, as I have a number of things that must be written this morning, without the strength to do them, or rather with a backache that makes it very hard. I wish I could be there to see you in the becoming bonnet.