BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, [15 APR. 1911]
BRACERS 17096. ALS. Morrell papers #32A, Texas
Proofread by K. Blackwell and A.G. Bone

Fernhurst1
Sat. morning

My Darling

Your yesterday’s letter has just come. I am very sorry indeed that your cold has got bad — when you are feeling ill don’t tire yourself with writing to me — just a word to say how you are would keep me going. — It is a pity your “little Lamb” is so egotistical. His brother is not, tho’ he is selfish; Walter Lamb thinks of other things than himself, and cares about some other people. He told me a great deal about his brother and his brother’s wife. He never vexes me, but he seriously shocks me sometimes. But your Lamb must be trying.

It is funny to think of Logan being with you. On reflection it seemed to me that you would have to tell him I was coming. But of course you can judge very much better than I can. Logan has a lot of good in him, but like everybody who has suffered Mrs Smith’s influence, he is warped more or less, and is lacking in some of the elementary things that one naturally takes for granted. When I was quite young, I liked him a good deal, and he had a very good influence on me. Later his influence became less good, and then it ceased. At times still I like him a good deal, and then his wanton cruelty and his prying put me off. I remember when Arthur Davies was first found to have cancer, Logan got some bad news about it, and told it to me with gloating — partly from jealousy of my affection for the Davies’s, partly from pleasure at supposing himself to have later news than mine. But in many ways he is very likable, and I know no one whose wit delights me more.

Now my Darling I must get up. I hate to think of you ill. When you get this it will be just 4 weeks since the beginning. I went through such an elaborate inward debate when you asked me if I wanted to write letters, because I wondered if you wanted to be quiet. I had to make up my mind, really, before saying anything, because you were bound to submit toa enduring my society if I chose to stay. However, I decided you wouldn’t mind, and it seemed right.

No more ink.

B.

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Textual Notes

• ato written over indecipherable word