14 April 1921

14 April 1921

Villa Isola Bella, Menton, France

P.S. Hannah C. told me your news. Ought I to be sorry? I am — because you must have suffered. Otherwise I can’t help being wickedly glad that another of them has been found out!

Isobel read the letter over twice. It was curious how important letters became when you lived by yourself They seemed to be somehow much more than written words on a page. They breathed, they spoke, they brought the person before you, and — was it fancy — Isobel heard a new sharp note in Claire’s gay childlike voice, and a something careless. Not careless exactly; reckless was more the word — that was quite new And yet, after all, perhaps it was just her imagination. One dashed down a little note like that in some hotel writing-room, with people asking for a loan of your blotting paper or whether there was such a thing as an uncrossed nib in your pen tray. But what can it be?

[KM Notebooks, undated.]