I have arranged terms for two luvverly rooms at the Tregenna Castle Hotel, St. Ives, from 1 November to 1 April. Rooms face south, away from the beastly ocean; breakfast in the bedroom; baths a volonte. We hope to be well and happy there. I must see much of you before you go to Sweden....
... I rejoice to hear that you are going to Copenhagen. It is a charming coquette of a little city, with which you will fall head over ears in love.
Not to take a second risk, I send this to Crosswood, he writes 13.9.21, and I beg you to lay me at the feet of your gracious chatelaine; and, if E. is there, you can give her the love of her Uncle Tex.
At the Reform Club ... I played a little bridge ... and won 29/-; then, finding my rate of progress rather slow, I veered off to Cleveland Club and won £7.12.0 more. This satisfied me; and I came home, ate two little fillets of sole, some apple-sauce and custard and (damn the expense) a ha’porth of cheese and so to bed.
To complete my Diary of a Nobody, I am glad that you have changed your name from Gowing to Cumming and I am
ever yours,
Tex.
Many thanks for your letter of y’day, he writes, 14.9.21, bearing traces of the pear skin and plumstones therein mentioned, not to speak of a spot of butter and a small burn from your after-brekker cigarette.
I have crossed Shap in a swift and powerful railway-train, with a whiskered and spectacled judge of the high court, in the opposite seat. I remember old Day’s teaching me how to observe whether one were going up hill or down by watching the roadside rills: