Monday Feb 14 1898 What a happifying / letter from you. - & how nice / for me that I did anything for / you that you liked. / if you had stayed a moment / longer I should have been / greatly distressed - as it was / I was scared, scolded / the maid / for not telling you / at the door what it was / that was ailing me. / and when you come / back from bonny Clouds / may I spend an evening / with you? / by then they / will let me out I dare / say - if we might have / a little evening, say with / Arthur Balfour, & pretend / we were fat & strong and / that everything was delicious / from all round - perhaps / an evening like that would / build me up again. / it was six weeks ago / that Georgie began to ail. - / and she languished here / and got no good from / anything, so one week with / much energy - with the / firmness of character that / ? made us gasp on / several occasions, she ? / up and away, & Phil / took her to Badigghera / - there live the Maidmolds(?) / the greatest & nicest of / people, whom she loves / and in their house she / abides - Casa Coréggio / it is called - a bold / name: / and slowly the tone of her / letters shows that she is / mending / I don't mind the loneliness - / it is the depression that /knaws(?), & that has in it / a wicked remorselessness(?) - it is a ? logical melan- / choly & for the time seems / final. / I want to see, & ?, and / play with, the fat baby. / alwaysYouraff / B-J