I am on my way to the U.S.A. for a three month visit. My tour has been arranged by George Doran and I am travelling with Edward Knoblock, who is himself an American.
2nd. class crowd afar off. Much waiting and crying for them. None for us.
We left at 5.40, landing stage; then anchored in river to wait for tide.
|First Class cabin|
The ship is simply magnificent. The only difference between it and a first-class grand hotel is that no first-class grand hotel is so spacious. The night weather is most beautiful. In the drawing-room (which is much larger than the Royalty Theatre) you cannot even feel the vibration of the screw. We had a very good dinner. It is like being in a restaurant where there is nothing to pay. You order whatever you like, and it comes, and the waiters are all English and very polite and quick. Gent at dining table: "I wonder how many souls we have on board?" Strong also on the indecency of the Russian ballets, which however he much admired.
|Lusitania Writing Room|
I have been to the writing-room and library (my books in it and people reading Hilda!). It is as large as the dining-room of the United Arts Club. When you have walked round the deck you have walked half a kilometre. I like my room because it is full of drawers and hooks and places for putting things away. I have now discovered that the top of the washstand makes a writing desk, and there is a beautiful electric light over the bed.
There are in fact about 3,000 people on board altogether. 430 first-class passengers. The boat is quite full.
Additionally for October 7th., see 'George Sturt and me' -
George Sturt wrote to me today as follows:
"If you had read between the lines with any discernment, you'd have been blushingly disowning my implied flattery instead of attacking me with a bludgeon. You have my full permission to go to the Devil."