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Date is not certain. "I don't know whether this will reach you tonight, but I will write again tonight if I can — I may not be able to tho', as I dine out, and then Waterlow is coming to see me."
BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, 23 JUNE 1911
BRACERS 17204. ALS. Morrell papers #125, Texas
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Trinity College,
Cambridge.1, 2
23. June. ’11
My Darling
It was an unexpected joy getting your letter by first post this morning — it was good of you to write when you were so tired — I am very sorry you are so exhausted — but glad you are more republican than ever!
Waterlow is Sidney Waterlow, who married Alice Pollock. He does know the Stephens — whether very well or not I don’t know. He is the grandson of the printer, and nephew of Elizabeth and her German garden. The Stephens apparently know (or say) that we are fond of each other — no more. I don’t doubt Roger was resentful on account of what Vanessa said, but at any rate he said nothing of that to Mrs W., so he must have grown ashamed of it.
The Whiteheads advised me not to answer Karin at all. This seemed to me so odd that I wrote to Alys a line, saying I was not doing so, by what I understood was her wish, and adding a few words which if she chose she could give as a message to Karin. They are so odd that I felt they might make a grievance of my rudeness to Karin, and I dread my conduct being obviously odd. You needn’t be sorry you wrote to Karin — as no harm came of it, it was just as well.
I go Tuesday night to my aunt Agatha, Rozeldene, Hindhead, Haslemere; Wed. 5.30 I have a Comee. in London. I have not answered Mrs Phillimore about July 15–17. Also I have not written yet to Ipsden. I was wondering if the first days after my absence with North I mightn’t come to Peppard, where I should see more of you, and then begin at Ipsden the next week?
I hope your eyes are all right.
I don’t know whether this will reach you tonight, but I will write again tonight if I can — I may not be able to tho’, as I dine out, and then Waterlow is coming to see me.
Goodbye Dearest. I long for you every moment. I can’t tell you how much — words are so useless.
Yours utterly
B.