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Letter 7.
I have had no letter from you since last week; to-dayPerkins, Edith (EH's aunt);f8 a letter from Mrs. Perkins, by ordinary mail of the 30 December, toBowen, Henry S.;a1 tell me that Henry S. Rowen [sc. Bowen], apparently the son of a cousin of yours, may turn up in England.1 If he appears, I shall of course do the best I can for him. SheCresswell, Euphemia ('Effie');a2 also mentions having heard from Mrs. Creswell2 of theBrocklebank, Charlotte Carissima ('Cara')son killed in action;a5 death of the Brocklebanks’ boy, I presume in action: I remember him coming to dinner with them once to Stamford House, a boy of considerable savoir faire with older people. I wonder where the Creswells’ boy is: he was scooting about the pastures on his motor cycle, I think, the last time we went there. The country will suffer from having lost far too many only sons of such people.
TheSecond World Warprognostications as to its end;e2 war is at present in a phase in which one does not see the end so clearly as we had thought, and rather a state of tension awaiting the immense activity: we do not feel that we can settle down to anything, or make any plans of a private nature, or pay very close attention to those of a public nature, until we know what is to happen. This overshadows all one’s personal interests and pursuits almost as much as 1940 did, though in a different way. I'Johnson as Critic and Poet'being and not being written;a2 have to put my Johnson lectures in as good order as I think I can, before I deliver them in a fortnight hence: so'Kipling – The People’s Poet';a2 this coming weekend I shall try to do the short article on Kipling which is wanted for a periodical in Moscow. NextBooks Across the Seaexhibition;a7 week an event which I rather dread: ‘Books Across the Sea’ is to have an exhibition of ‘scrap books’ made during the war by American high-school children, to which they attach importance (I’m afraid they don’t interest me very much) and as President I must officiate at the opening: to open it myself would be comparatively easy, but they hope to get some royal personage to do it, and I shall have to receive etc. – a much less familiar ritual. I wish the whole of the next six months was over! I do hope you are well fed: I fear you do not do so well anywhere as I do in the country, with plenty of milk and eggs. All you have is oranges, and two weeks ago, suddenly, we all got three) I am afraid that my first thought was that they were not so juicy as the South African oranges we used to get. Mrs. Perkins said that at that time you were looking very well: I hope she will be able to say the same at Easter. And Wednesday is the first day of Lent: I shall try to get to church in Bloomsbury in the morning. I am feeling very Lenten this year.
2.CharlotteBrocklebank, Charlotte Carissima ('Cara') Carissima (‘Cara’) Brocklebank (1885–1948), only surviving daughter of Gen. Sir Bindon and Lady Blood, married in 1910 Lt.-Col. Richard Hugh Royds Brocklebank, DSO (1881–1965). They lived at 18 Hyde Park Square, London W.2, and at Alveston House, Stratford-on-Avon, Warwickshire: see Biographical Register.
4.Herbert PinkneyCresswell, Pinkney Creswell andCresswell, Euphemia ('Effie') his wife Euphemia – ‘Effie’ (a friend at Chipping Campden) – lived at Ardley House (now the Kings Hotel) before moving in 1934–5 to Charingworth Manor, a fine Tudor house (also now a hotel) about four miles east of Chipping Campden. Effie Cresswell liked to hold arty gatherings and tea parties for cultured visitors.