“Indeed I am.”
“I mean, a Roman catholic?”
“Reverend mother, are there any others?”
“Oh, they all call themselves Anglican catholics nowadays!”
Then on to Craigie Lodge, where Pearl Hobbes pesters the tenants with trivial spirit-messages.
Home, feeling cold as death....
Saturday, 5 March.
... I am correcting proofs of The Three Eyes for Hurst & Blackett. Altogether I shall have four books out this spring.
- The Tour, Butterworth.
- The Three Eyes, Hurst & Blackett.
- Majesty, Dodd.
- More Hunting Wasps, Dodd.
Not so bad for an owld, infirm mahn!