7 April 1921

7 April 1921

Villa Isola Bella, Menton, France

          The New Baby.

It is late night, very dark, very still. Not a star to be seen. And now it has come on to rain. What happiness it is to listen to rain at night; joyful relief, ease, a lapping round and hushing and brooding tenderness, all are mingled together in the sound of the fast-falling rain. God, looking down upon the rainy earth, sees how faint are these lights burning in little windows — how easily put out.
Suddenly quick hard steps mount the stone staircase. Someone is hurrying. There is a knock at my door and at the same moment a red beaming face is thrust in and Ernestine announces ‘He is born!’ Born! ‘He is born!’ Oh, Ernestine, don’t turn away Don’t be afraid. Let me weep too.

You ought to keep this my girl, just as a warning to show what an arch-wallower you can be!

[KM Notebooks, undated.]