BRACERS Record Detail for 17075
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On the Dakyns.
BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, [5 APR. 1911]
BRACERS 17075. ALS. Morrell papers #19, Texas
Proofread by K. Blackwell and A.G. Bone
My Dearest
It was terribly difficult leaving you, but at any rate I wasted no time, as my train was already in motion when I reached it. Somehow or other you made me feel that my fears had been foolish — not by a process of reason, but rather by the feeling that it is better to give up the attempt to foresee everything. It was heaven being with you. You smooth out all my difficulties for me, and you will cure me in time of the habit of imagining every possible tragic issue both for one’s own circumstances and for other people’s.
When I got into the train, I found that Miss Dakyns, sister of Arthur Dakyns who lives at More’s Garden, was in the train. She is a nice person, but she prevented me from writing to you. The father, old Henry Dakyns, was a close friend of Henry Sidgwick, and is a delightful man, through the friendliness of his nature, which is extraordinary. Arthur, the youngest son, was at Oxford a few years back, and I used to see a great deal of him. When his mother died, they asked me to come to comfort him, and I did so, so that makes a bond with all the family. They live at Haslemere. The older brother, Henry, adores Crompton, and generally goes abroad with Crompton in the summer.
I am writing in bed, as I found Alys determined to sit up. It is so cold that my hand is getting numbed. I don’t know what Alys’s frame of mind is. There is always the chance of suicide, but I hardly expect it. We had no serious conversation tonight — but I feel she is meditating something.
Now I must stop for tonight. Darling, you do give me happiness and peace — when I have been with you I feel as if nothing could touch me. My nature will reassert itself sometimes, but that will grow less as I come to feel more secure. As yet everything is so new and wonderful that I cannot help the feeling that it will vanish like a dream — it seems so impossible. I have been reading over your letters — they are very beautiful. And now I have kissed your picture, so goodnight my Beloved.
B.
Thursday morning. I have no time to add anything, as this must be posted before breakfast, and I am already late.
Today I must get to work in earnest. I am in the mood to get through mountains of work in no time. Goodbye Dearest, I really must get up.
B.
