A visit from an Italian personage of consequence, who told me that my articles are the talk of Italy. If writing could win wars, he said, my pen would have done it.
L. G. came up to Carryon Hall heavily masked. I gave him an excellent dinner and some equally good advice, and he left much heartened.
Dined at Lady Randolph’s. A merry crowd there. Every one very gay and amusing; but we forgot that Winston was our hostess’s son and castigated him badly. Lady Juliet said that with some people, no matter what they begin to talk about, even with Cabinet Ministers, it all comes back to food.
Wrote a careful article pointing out that we must have at least one hundred more divisions in the West before next Friday.
I was gratified to learn to-day that in consequence of my articles The Morning Post has doubled its circulation, while The Times hardly sells a copy.