Dear Lotte and Richard: Not much has happened since I got back, but it will interest you to know that ---- came around for lunch one day last week--and we had a talk about the book, _Ulysses_! I didn’t openly accuse him of _stealing_ it, just “borrowing” it,--but he certainly revealed a very weak position, leaving me to think more than ever that he is dishonest. He denied that he had been up to my room at all until I reminded him that he had told me so himself just a few weeks before, and that, anyway, my Mother had mentioned that he had been up there and had spoken about “borrowing” the book himself. This seemed to throw him into great confusion. He said he would look around among his things in his trunk, then, and “see” if he had taken it and forgotten to mention it to me. Imagine! Anybody who takes a book of such a size and value DOES NOT FORGET ABOUT IT SO EASILY. It seems to me that in admitting a thing like that he has practically admitted all I suspected. I told him to go ahead and look for it,--but he has probably sold it, and he will also probably keep away from me until I go after him in earnest. It would not have been tactful of me to accuse him of stealing right away,--but if he has done that I think he is going to be sorry for it. Isn’t it hard to believe!!!! I also talked to him about the way he acted about your pictures--and told him that I had agreed with you both in your attitude. It seemed to make him furious that you had spoken to me about it, and he said he was going to write you--evidently an angry letter. Maybe you have got it by this time. It is all too bad--it has really shocked me enormously to have discovered such crooked hypocrisy in such a good mind. I was anxious that you should know about my conversation with ---- because, if he does write you as he said he would, you will know that I have tried to be as honest as I know how to be. --/--/ It is a beautiful day here, but as usual, I am sitting in, reading and writing. Just had breakfast with Gorham Munson and Liza, his wife. You would really like Liza, Charlotte. She teaches dancing and is dark and quiet and beautiful. The Munsons are about the only friends of mine who are now in town--all the rest being away in the country. --/--/ 153: TO HIS MOTHER [_New York City_] _Aug. 24th, ’23_