BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, [14 NOV. 1911]
BRACERS 17343. Morrell papers #256, Texas
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Tuesday night.1^, 2

My Darling

I meant to have written to you in the train, so that you would have got my letter not too late tomorrow, but Bevan was in the same compartment so I couldn’t as he might have seen. We had an amusing Comee. — almost everybody turned up, altho’ we had less than 24 hours’ notice. We were all excited and cheerful — Margaret quite exalted, believing Lloyd George would inaugurate a great campaign for Adult Suffrage. “Rosie” (Mrs Vaughan Nash), who is Margaret’s Jorkins, was futile as usual; Henderson very grumpy, scarcely civil to Margaret. They all report that the North, wherever they have been able to ascertain, is quite ready and more than ready for manhood and womanhood suffrage. But I don’t know how far to believe what they say. I met old Mrs Broadley Reid — what a terrific old war-horse she is. I am told Mr. Broadley Reid still lives — few husbands of suffragists live so long. Mr Pankhurst and Fawcett are long since dead, and as for Mr Despard, he is quite lost in antiquity.

I have had a letter of 20 or 30 pages from a mad woman whom I never heard of, but who says McTaggart told her to read my books — which, as she truly says, shows that he overestimated her abilities. After a lot of mystical mathematics, she suddenly arrives at the Trinity: apparently Christ is the centre of the circle, God the Father is the circumference, and I suppose the Holy Ghost is the space between. She had a sudden mystic vision in which she saw spheres which illustrated the Trinity. In the Middle Ages she would have been a rare and great saint; now she runs a risk of being certified.

I went to the Flat, having some time to spare before my Comee. Your chairs were there. They were very nice indeed. I sat in one of them and thought it just the sort of chair I like. The table was there also, and the cheap chairs we bought the other day. But the electric light had not been done. Also, tho’ the curtain-rods were up, the curtains were not. I hope they will be up before Friday. — After the Comee. I went back with Mrs Whitehead and dined with her — Whitehead came in after dinner. She comes to Camb. tomorrow. — Now I must go to bed. I hope you are not utterly tired out by the journey. Goodnight my Darling. I am longing for Friday.

Your
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Mrs W. said he had so much enjoyed seeing you.

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