15 February 1921

15 February 1921

Villa Isola Bella, Menton, France

Ah, that was she! That was his wife, bending out of the dark porch, half hidden by the over-hanging passion vine that drooped sorrowful, mournful even, as though it understood. Small warm arms were round his neck. a face little & pale lifted to his and a voice breathed: goodbye my treasure! My treasure! Goodbye my treasure. Which of them had spoken - whose voice was it he heard?

I have been suffering from wind round the heart. Such a tiresome complaint but not dangerous. Really, for anything to be so painful I think I would prefer a spice of danger added. The first act was brought on by a fit of laughing.

[KM Notebooks. 1921.]