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My luck must have left town2 with you. The blizzard in which you departed raged for a week, and while it raged every single bud of the apple blossoms you sent me came out.
March 17the I had a disagreeable appendix attack
which kept me in bed for four days.
March 23d Mary virginia3 had to go to the hospital for a nasty operation which involved removing a piece of the jaw bone. No permanent disfigurement will result.
March 27th Isabelle McClung Hambourg4 arrived
very ill[illegible] on the Berengaria
to consult American doctors. I put her first in a delightful hotel four doors from
me. Last week she was taken to the Lennox Hill Hospital. It's something very serious
(and
this
is
very
confidential, Zoe ) stone in the kidney and other
complications. Her husband5 is on a
professional tour in Canada6 with his
two brothers7 ( the Hambourg tro trio ) as they badly need money. She has no
relatives, so I have entire responsibility until Jan's return the first of June. I
can't, of course go abroad; I must stay here and do what I can. I would not mind
that a bit, but Josephine8, and
her husband9 and daughter10, return to
France11 for good on May 18the. It will destroy my life, but I don't begrudge it
to her. She is a fine creature, and deserves to get back to her native village12 in the ⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩Pyrenees. (The dog, by the way,
never reached her at all- - whomever you entrusted with it played false. I offered
to get her one, but she said she wanted it "from Mme. Rumbold"! Don't,
please do anything about it now; she leaves so soon and she is rattled enough, dear
soul that hse
she is, and as[illegible] a result I am rattled!)
April 7th I had to go to bed with another appendix attack. I suppose I'll have to
have an operation13 as soon as Jan comes
back to look after Isabelle. She is the sweetest and most apprecaiiative invalid in this world,
as she was always one of the noblest creatures in it. To look out for her is one of
the deep satisfactions of my life.
The above calendar will show you why you have not hard heard from me, dear Zoë. I sent you the
proofs14 you asked for last week, but I'm sorry you read the sloppy serial version15. That story was meant to be read at a
gallop, as "Shadows"16 was meant to be read slowly by a winter fire. Please give it
another chance in the book, which will bee out in
August.
Now, hasn't the "Old Maid"17 been a winner18? Day after day I open the paper
on Amusements and say, "Ha-ha!" I tell y you, Zoe,
it is not the situation but the good
dialogue that has carried it along. It's because you
keep yourself out of the characters' talk and let them talk like themselves.
The new story19 was going pretty well when all these responsibilities descended upon me. I've not looked at
i it for weeks. No good working when one is
physically tired all the time and when one's vitality is low. Alfred Knopf20 has been such a help through all these
perplexities: he r really cares a lot more for me as
a human being than for what he can make out of me as a writer. What a help his
friendship has been to me.!
P. S. You are right, th
"The Master Builder"21 is a little in the mood of
the first part of "Lucy". But the mood of the last and best part is very
particularly my own mood, isn't it?" it?