Friday, November the eighteenth.
Mrs. Morrison to the Reverend Percival Beaufort.
My Dear Mr. Beaufort: Will you give us the great pleasure of seeing you at dinner on Thursday evening, at half-past eight? Only severe illness has kept me from asking this favor long ago, so that I very much hope nothing will prevent your accepting now. Eleanor tells me to remind you that the Young People’s Guild has been changed to Wednesday evening, so at least that will not interfere with your acceptance. If you come, virtue will not be its own reward in this case. I have a niece whom I am particularly anxious you should meet. She is intensely interested in all charities—especially London charities—and is very quiet and charming, if not exactly pretty. But I am sure you agree with me that beauty is often only a snare!
The girls particularly wish to be remembered.
Most truly yours,
Marian V. Morrison.
Friday, November the eighteenth.
Mrs. Morrison to Professor Albert Radnor, Johns Hopkins University, Baltimore.
November the eighteenth.
My Dear Professor Radnor: Can we persuade you to abandon your lectures and experiments long enough to dine with us on the evening of the twenty-fourth? I know we are very frivolous and not at all the people to interest you, however much you interest us, but I fancy I shall have someone here whom you will be glad to meet. I want you to know my niece, Miss Helen Hammersley. She is an immensely clever girl—has taken her degree at one of our famous women’s colleges, and has just returned from a year of Oxford and the Bodleian, so that I feel reasonably sure she will be able to listen intelligently to you, at any rate. She is greatly interested in your specialty, and will certainly esteem it the greatest privilege to meet such a noted authority on the subject as yourself.
I will take no excuse.