Marguerite went to see her mother at Toulouse last Thursday but one, and returned last Wednesday. She has some idea of buying a house in Toulouse for her mother to live in, by which she means me buying a house as she has very little money of her own. I have carefully explained to her the reasons I have against the idea, but of course she is not interested in reason, being motivated, as most women are, by emotion. During her absence I was entertained by, and I entertained, Sydney Pawling, the cricketer, Julia Frankau, Marie Van Vorst, and Valery Larbaud. Marie is an American, now resident in France. A prolific writer and an interesting woman. Rather attractive. Probably the sort of woman I should have married. Larbaud is something of a dandy. From a wealthy family he has been able to indulge in a luxurious lifestyle. A ladies man, flirts with women as a matter of course. I think Marie sees through him pretty well. I hope so!
Julia Frankau |
Mrs. Frankau went back to England yesterday owing to a death. Quite what the point of reurning after someone has died is I don't know, but it seems to be the conventional thing to do. Showing respect they call it. She is Jewish, older than me and, I think, wiser. Her career has been varied and tinged with notoriety. Nobody's fool.
I finished over half of "The Regent" yesterday; that is in one month and one day.
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