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more anxious if I felt he didn't care; I did for a minute Sat. night & worked furiously to regain him. Oh woman!)

"You didn't get introduced to Mr. Darius' wife?" asked Jane. "No, I didn't meet her: perhaps she didn't want to come" replied I: later we both confessed we were fishing, not knowing if she exists. Wretch he is to keep us in suspense. Not seriously concerned, nor bothered: he is rather [[strikethrough]] a [[/strikethrough]] the greatest intellectual stimulation  I have ever [[strikethrough]] had [[/strikethrough]] seen. Words (of mine, at least) follow him lamely, so I won't go into [[strikethrough]] descor [[/strikethrough]] descriptions such as bored Dad.

Is Dad all over his cold? When do you start buying tomatoes? Is it raining there as here? Wish I could let you taste the tiny angel food cakes they served at the tea yesterday. 

Love,
Doris