My dear I wrote you this morning. Frances has just come and tells me you are ill again and had to go off suddenly to R. Dean1 - it is so sad for you and you will have to take a longer rest and not go back to work halfmended. I am having a bad day much pain and don't know where to stow myself away. What poor frail creatures we are and so helpless for ourselves or one another but it will be all good if we really and truly and [practically] learn patience as thousands of our fellows everywhere are having to learn it always! Ever Yours affy W.G. Friday 1 i.e. Rottingdean, EBJ's country retreat in Sussex.