Cornwall (England : County) -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Vacations -- Fiction
The Minns is here and enjoying herself like anything. She’s
bought a new bonnet and looks no end—my eye! And what do you
think? Who should turn up this morning but the governor! Looking
awfully cross at first, but he couldn’t stand against Janet; and
he went away as pleased as anything, and says we must have a
better sideboard in the dining-room, and he’s going to give us
one. Isn’t that ripping? The writing’s getting on. I met a
fellow at tea the other day, Randall, he’s editor of the _New
Monthly_; he was a bit slick up, but quite decent, and now he’s
taken one of my things, and I’ve had quite a lot of reviewing.
Well, good-bye, old chap. You know that Janet and I would rather
have you here than anyone else in the world, except the mater,
of course. We owe you everything. Buck up and come here to live.
Love from Janet.
Your affect.
Tony.
To Lady Gale,
12 Park Lane, W.
Rossholm,
Nr. Dartford, Kent,
_October 25_.
My Dear,
This is only a hurried little scrawl to say that Fred and I are
going to be up in town for a night next week and should awfully
like to see you if it’s possible. Fred’s dining that night with
some silly old writer, so if I might just come in and have a
crumb with you I’d be awfully glad. Fred and I have both decided
that we didn’t like Treliss a bit this year and we’re never
going there again. If it hadn’t been for you I simply don’t know
what we’d have done. There’s something about the place.
Fred felt it too, only he thought it was indigestion. And then
the people! I know you rather liked those Maradick people. But I
thought the man perfectly awful. Of course one had to be polite,
but, my dear, I really don’t think he’s very nice, not quite the
sort of man—oh well! you know! Not that I’d say anything
against him for the world, but there’s really no knowing how far
one can go with a man of that kind. But of course I scarcely saw
anything of them.
How is Tony? I hear that they’ve settled in Chelsea. Is Sir
Richard reconciled? You must tell me everything when we meet.
Fred—he is such a pet just now—sends regards.
Ever
Your loving
Milly.
To James Maradick, Esq.,
The Elms, Epsom.
12 Park Lane, W.
_October 21_.
Dear Mr. Maradick,
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