Dearest Body
I have just got yr letter which puts one in spirits from its spirit of enjoyment in spite of your cold. Goulet sounds perfection. Well to return to journal. Wed. Lizzy & I, dropping Frank at the pools went thro' Holwood & called on Mrs B. C. & had a pleasant sit with her (She was seeming quite well tell El.) & heard about the Sat. scheme for Knole. So we called at Keston on our way home to settle things. The little lady just coming from London so clean & pale & pretty not flushed & dusty as some of us wd have been. We staid a short time & were introduced to the mother who I thought very pretty.
Yesterday Papa went to lunch at Keston & came back charmed with them all, he thought he & the pretty lady wd never have done shaking hands. Goldwin Smith very agreeable which he had formerly not found him to be. The lunch was humble, I can't think why, to such a degree, as mutton chops can be cooked by the most ignorant. A few slices of cold veal & some raw cold mutton on the side board, not even potatoes. I was very glad he cd go. He felt done up having given Lett. a jobation for idleness which always disagrees. Lizzy & I meanwhile went to Ravensbourne to consult Alice about food, but Mrs B. C. & she were in town—so we trusted to our own genius & I am sure we have provided enough—chicken & ham elegantly cut up & in little packets. Nice little veal pies ditto separate so that every body gets a whole little package which does for a plate. Rolls—cake puffs & gingerbread. Lizzy deeply interested that every thing shd be right. A great job it was & they are just set out. Unluckily the spanking mare is a little damaged & so George has ridden the pony to Green St green & there hopes to get on the coach, if not they must squeeze him into the carriage— The boys have been riding & having a little croquet but it is almost too hot for that, & after dinner G. & Lizzy do almost an hour of Hermann & Dorothea.
Horace comes today. His letters have been few & dull but I am sure he must have enjoyed himself this lovely weather. A letter from Ed. to you which makes us think Jackdaw too precious to have; & he says he wd not like her to be ridden by a man. f. (stands for Papa) thinks it quite too dangerous to have him. The boys shooting is fallen through as the Langtons do not find it worth while to keep gamekeeper &c for so short a season as, with a longish visit at Gunby in Sep. & going abroad themselves in Oct, it wd be. (they wd want Goulet by the 20th in Paris if that wd do.). He also says Jackdaw rears at windmills ever so far off which wd be inconvenient in the this country. How odd my sending you a prose about the little Col. whom you saw. His dinner was good but not in proportion to his lunch. His breakfast I think was best of all—beefsteak, ham & finishing with an egg. J. did not think him worth knowing tho' nice. We packed him off early.
A letter from Mrs Cameron but not near so Cameronian as her notes used to be. You shall have it saved but it is 4 sheets & wd cost 10d & is not worth much. I have sent it to Uncle Ras & I shall again tell him to come, now it is hot & so many boys. I fancy he is not going to Rotha Bridge. A note to ask you to dine & meet ""my Uncle and Aunt from Staff."" again with Mrs Christy which of course I declined. Rose does not come as she wont leave Mabel who is going again to Miss Buob & much the wisest plan too. Poor old Duberry is not dead yet. Lizzy & I are going to undertake Woods but not Charley, who will do very well till you come home. It is wonderful how not troubling ones head about any thing in luggage &c saves fatigue. Whenever the family tour takes place you must have Goulet & no doubt she cd dress Lizzy's hair.
Anne loaded with smart caps for her m. is gone with Esther. I am afraid we shall lose her soon as she thinks [illeg] employment is permanent. There never was such luck as your having another summer— Therm. 73 or so—
Miss Norton said she expected to find all the English perfectly well & walking miles & miles. She is rather disappointed in both particulars.
Well Goodbye my dear we are very comf. & well | yours E. D.
my best love to El.
Sat morning still blazing & hot & such monlight evenings with the window open
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