“I am pretty keen on getting down myself, I can tell you. Town, in this heat, is the abomination of desolation; and smelly. So is the office. You’ve never been here in July. It’s awful. I’ll let you know later when I shall be coming; time of train, etc.
“You were missed at The Lawn last night. I took a man who lives near to share my solitary meal there, and to have a game of billiards afterwards. He wanted me to try over ‘Ford of Kabul River’ for him; I can’t accompany myself, though, and he made an awful hash of it. I wished we’d dined in town and gone to a show.
“When I go out to lunch I shall call at Fuller’s and order them to send you on—for the look of the thing—a box of chocolates. I hope they have one with a picture of forget-me-nots or something of the sort on the lid,”
(Yes; they had. White satin, with the sprays of flowers embroidered in pale blue silk.)
“as Theo notices everything. Don’t let her bag all the sweets, though.”
(Here the writing gets more scrawly and hurried.)
“Have just got in from lunch, which I had with my uncle. He was full of talk; you can imagine it!”
(I can.)
“I also saw two other men whom I’d got to meet, and as a result of this, I think I’ve managed to get through the business that was keeping me. So I shall be down at the end of the week after all; cheers for some fresh air and a dip! Please be very glad to see me, will you? as Theo—but I put that before.