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section7mfuFrom : Thun, Switzerland
June 23, 1914
My dearest Alexander,
It seems much longer than just yesterday that you left. I shall be writing my guardian later to let her know that you and the items in your care all arrived safely and to thank her for her many kindnesses. I still find it strange to contemplate just how very much her involvement has altered circumstances for me for the better and yet, she and I have never so much as been in the same room together.
Thinking back on it, I hope you didn't consider it too forward on my part to gift you with one of the photographs from the session my guardian arranged several weeks ago. It seemed perfectly natural at the time, but Ermengarde seemed quite shocked when I made mention of it in passing and thought it sounded quite vain of me to offer it when one had not been requested. Perhaps that is a level of etiquette that being the daughter of a dancer has ill equipped me for. My dear mother was a great one for handing out photographs of herself to those she considered close to her. I only hope that I did not cause you any embarrassment with the gesture.
The headmistress has behaved stiffly, but properly, around me since the letters from my guardian setting her straight on a few things. Ermengarde told me that she caught sight of Lavinia watching as we left when you escorted me into town and related that Lavinia was unmistakably furious. She apparently went straight to the headmistress and promptly had another shock when told quite plainly by the headmistress to mind her own business. Ermengarde is of the opinion that if an egg had been near Lavinia, it would have baked from the heat coming off of her. The end result so far has been that, outside of classroom instruction, if I enter a room, Lavinia tips her nose up enough to scrape the ceiling with it and flounces out. Which is a rather satisfactory outcome in my personal opinion.
You mentioned that you have some diplomatic courier duties to perform in Bern that might take the better part of a week, so this letter will doubtless reach London before you do. I must say again how very nice it was to be able to spend those two days with you. The one day we took for horseback riding and picnicking stands out as one of the pleasantest days I can recall.
With all my love,
Millicent
June 23, 1914
My dearest Alexander,
It seems much longer than just yesterday that you left. I shall be writing my guardian later to let her know that you and the items in your care all arrived safely and to thank her for her many kindnesses. I still find it strange to contemplate just how very much her involvement has altered circumstances for me for the better and yet, she and I have never so much as been in the same room together.
Thinking back on it, I hope you didn't consider it too forward on my part to gift you with one of the photographs from the session my guardian arranged several weeks ago. It seemed perfectly natural at the time, but Ermengarde seemed quite shocked when I made mention of it in passing and thought it sounded quite vain of me to offer it when one had not been requested. Perhaps that is a level of etiquette that being the daughter of a dancer has ill equipped me for. My dear mother was a great one for handing out photographs of herself to those she considered close to her. I only hope that I did not cause you any embarrassment with the gesture.
The headmistress has behaved stiffly, but properly, around me since the letters from my guardian setting her straight on a few things. Ermengarde told me that she caught sight of Lavinia watching as we left when you escorted me into town and related that Lavinia was unmistakably furious. She apparently went straight to the headmistress and promptly had another shock when told quite plainly by the headmistress to mind her own business. Ermengarde is of the opinion that if an egg had been near Lavinia, it would have baked from the heat coming off of her. The end result so far has been that, outside of classroom instruction, if I enter a room, Lavinia tips her nose up enough to scrape the ceiling with it and flounces out. Which is a rather satisfactory outcome in my personal opinion.
You mentioned that you have some diplomatic courier duties to perform in Bern that might take the better part of a week, so this letter will doubtless reach London before you do. I must say again how very nice it was to be able to spend those two days with you. The one day we took for horseback riding and picnicking stands out as one of the pleasantest days I can recall.
With all my love,
Millicent
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