Smart women like having a fluffy dog or a child to drive with them in the afternoons. Lady Scilly hasn't got either of her own, so she is always borrowing me, and sending for me to lunch and drive. She seldom asks Ariadne, because Ariadne is out and nearer her own age--too near. That's what I tell Ariadne, when she is jealous, and makes me a scene about it, and it is true. If it were not for the honour and glory of the thing, I don't care so very much about it myself, Lady Scilly's motor is always getting into trouble, because it is so highly bred, I suppose. We run into something live--or else the kerb--most times we are out, and it's extremely agitating, though I must say she never screams, though once she fainted after it was all over. It is a mark of breeding to get into scrapes, but not make a fuss. We have all heard about it, she is just as much before the public as my father, though in a different way. I read an interview with her in _The Bittern_ the other day (she had to start some Cottage Homes at Ealing to get herself into that!), and it said that hers was one of the oldest names in England, and that she was the daughter of a hundred Earls. Now I call that nonsense, for how could she be? There isn't room for a hundred Earls since the Heptarchy, unless they were all at the same time, and that is not likely. Lord Scilly is very well born too, he's the eldest son of the Earl of Fowey. The Earl keeps him very tight. So they have to get along with expectations and a title, till the old man dies, and Lady Scilly wishes he would, but Lord Scilly doesn't, because he's not quite a beast. He is very nice, and rather fond of Lady Scilly, though he is always scolding her. That is the expectations, they spoil the temper, I fancy. I have heard that he doesn't think it dignified, the way she goes on, lowering herself and turning his house into a menagerie. He doesn't understand why she pets authors and publishers. The authors help her to write novels, and the publishers publish them for love and ninety pounds. George is writing one for her now, and he goes to her place nearly every morning to see about it. Lord Scilly doesn't mind in the least her collaborating with George and the others, it keeps her out of mischief; but I expect he would be down upon her at once if she were to collaborate with one of her own class, that would be different. I shall be glad when the book is finished, for Elizabeth Cawthorne, who tells me everything, doesn't think so much collaborating is quite what is due to Mother, and that if she were the mistress, "blessed if she'd let herself be put upon by a countess."