To You
on
Thursday, 1 July, 4 o’clock.
Question: Until ——?
Answer: We go away.
Ellen Terry.
That letter brings another memory with it. Perhaps it was the time when she stayed “until she went away”, but I remember Ellen Terry in my garden, going up to my mother, who was seated there, and saying, “How are you, Mrs. Moore? My name is Ellen Terry.” The simplicity and beauty of that Great Lady is something to remember always.
The next letter in my packet is very short, and its brevity and the fact that it is “very much to the point” appeals to me. It was written after seeing The Law Divine:
My Dear Harry Esmond,
Do you mind my saying your Play will live long after you—or I? That is the one thought I brought away with me.