XLVII
Clemency Power To Bryan Field
Dear Doctor,—It was very nice of you to write and I am sorry that I missed those other letters. If you kept them, please send them on. I am now in a very different employment from that which I had when we used to meet. I am reader to an invalid lady—not, I hope, a permanent invalid, and most emphatically not one of your desired malades imaginaires—who lives in a beautiful house in Herefordshire. My duties are not confined to reading aloud but comprise a hundred other things and I am very happy. I don’t say that I don’t often regret those rough jolly boys, but one could not wish the War to last longer just for one’s own entertainment. I wonder how some of our old friends are—that poor Madame La Touche, does she still carry round the bill of damage done and horses taken which the Germans some day are to pay? And old Gaston, are his repentances and good resolutions any more binding? How long ago it all seems, and, though so real, how like a dream! I hope you will find a practice to your mind, but I am sure you don’t really want an idle one. I know too much about your zealous way with sick and wounded men ever to believe that.—I am, yours sincerely,
Clemency Power
P.S.—What does “begob” mean? I don’t understand foreign languages.