LONDON, September 7th.
[DEAREST:]
I just got your cable saying you were at the farm, and
well! How happy it made me! I cabled you to Quebec, and
to Mt. Kisco, and when two days passed and I heard nothing, today
I was scared, so I cabled Gouvey to look after you, and also
to Wheeler. I went to the Brompton Oratory today, which is
the second most important church here (the cardinal lives at
Westminster) and burned the biggest candle they had for
you and the "blessing." A big woman all in black was kneeling in
the little chapel and when I could not get the candle to stand
up, she beckoned to one of the priests, and he ran and fixed
it. Then she went on praying. And who do you think she
was? Queen Amelie of Portugal, you see her pictures in the
Tattler and Sphere opening bazaars. So she must be
very good or she would not be saying her prayers all alone with the
poor people and seeing that my Bessie's candle was burning. I
have been waiting here hoping to get some sort of credentials
from Kitchener. But though Winston Churchill has urged him,
and tomorrow is going to urge him again, they give me no hope.
So I'll just go over "on my own" and I bet I'll see more than
anyone else. I have fine papers, anyhow. I am now writing
for the morning Chronicle over here. Today I finished the
Scribner article, so that is off my mind. And now
that you are home, I have no "worries." I wish I had got your cable
earlier. I would have had oysters and champagne in
bath tubs. Give my love to all the flowers, and to Shea
and Paedrig, and Tom, and Louise, and Gouvey and the lake. And
take
such good care of yourself, and love me, and be happy
for I do so love you dear one.
I do so love you.
YOUR HUSBAND.
