Soon after I arrived I went down into the engine-room, where I saw machinery as scrupulously clean as if it were part of some gigantic watch which a grain of dust might throw out of gear. On the deck are delightful P. and O. lounges with their arms doing duty for small tables. All around the wheel and upon the roof of the deck-house, and here and there on stands against the bulwarks, there are ranged in pots, bright red geraniums contrasted with the yellow calceolaria, and the deliriously scented heliotrope. Altogether, everything is charming.
We go delightful trips every day, and it doesn't matter whether there is a favourable wind or not, as Jack's is a steam yacht. We have slept on board except one night when it was rather rough, and then Mrs. Vivian and I stayed at the South Western Hotel.
Altogether I am enjoying myself more than I have ever done in my life. Jack is an angel and adores me, the darling.
Fond love,
From your affectionate
ROSE.
P.S.—There is a Mrs. Tenterden, a widow, coming down to the yacht on Thursday to stay for a few days. Mrs. Vivian tells me that she is very good-looking.
From the Same to the Same.
YACHT "MARIE,"
SOUTHAMPTON.
July 22nd, 1901.
Dearest Amy,
We are still here. Mrs. Tenterden, the lady I spoke about in my last letter, arrived here on Thursday.
I hate her! I hate her!! I hate her!!!