“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.

Not so bad for an owld, infirm mahn!