BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, [7 MAY 1911]
BRACERS 17126. ALS. Morrell papers #57, Texas
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Trinity College,
Cambridge.1^, 2
Sunday night

My Darling

It is late, but I must write a line before going to bed. I found I had carried off your Oxford book in my pocket, so I am returning it. I had 2½ hours at Hitchin, so I first explored the town, which is picturesque, and then had a very pleasant long walk through country lanes and along grassy paths. If we ever find opportunity to go to country places together, they will have to be not places to which many people go — in a quiet country town like Hitchin we should be perfectly safe, and at this time of year at least there is much beauty everywhere. In the train I wrote some letters and then fell fast asleep. I had no sooner arrived here than Walter Lamb turned up, much upset because there has been a vacancy in the staff here for a classical lecturer, and they have appointed D.S. Robertson instead of him. He scents a plot, and thinks the parsons have caballed against him. I discouraged this idea to the utmost.

Since then I have had a long visit from North Whitehead.

Mrs Webb is to be in Cambridge and will very likely lunch with me Thursday! Do you think this will confuse my bedmaker’s mind?

I have had a letter from Miss Cox, saying she has done the obviously right thing, and relies upon my having told no one, so I am glad I didn’t.

Roger was very nice to me in the little moment we were together. I am really very fond of him indeed, though I feel as if I hadn’t given you that impression. — I have proposed myself for Fernhurst for a fortnight hence. —

Dearest, I must stop. I am sorry about your worry over meeting in Bedford Square, and I wish I had decided sooner on a house of my own. You are very good at concealing worries, but I am beginning to know when you are worried, and I hope soon I shall always know. I think with a little planning we can avoid Bedford Square as a rule, even before I have a regular place.

Darling, I am so filled with happiness that it is impossible to try to tell you. Your love and yourself satisfy me absolutely in every way. But do not let yourself be worried more than you can help, by any fear of my minding if you avoid what worries you. I don’t want you to be troubled inwardly, my Dearest. Goodnight, goodnight, my joy, my life —

Your
B.

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