I had the idea of going up to Poland Street, and buying a ring for Dorothy. I bought three rings, two for her and one for myself, for which I paid cash. I had a chat with old Calipe. This shop does not seem to change. The two are still there with the old man, cheerful and spry and good natured.
I went out to join Dorothy at Jeanne de Casalis's home. There was a man named Sir Something H. there and Malcolm Keen. He was wrong and precise about everything. Practically the whole evening was spent in discussing how to start a decent theatrical enterprise. When I looked at my watch it was 11.30. We reached home at 12.5. Jeanne has some sense. K. Has some sense. Perhaps Dorothy had more than either of them. I was sardonic and realistic.
Additionally for April 2nd., see 'Into Italy'
We found the Rhone Valley less tedious than we had expected, and the Simplon shorter, and the Customs quite harmless. It was very hot as soon as we got fairly into Italy, really hot. The views of the Italian lakes came up to our hopes. The Hotel Bellini is a good Hotel de Passage, dominated by Germans, not agreeable fellow-travellers and it's no use pretending they are. There was also a school of jeune filles in the hotel, chiefly Germans seeing cities during the Easter holidays. Their laughter heard occasionally from the interior of bedrooms was very agreeable. The hotel was full, and remained full.