The Symonds girls at Davos told me
that you smoked!!! at which I am shocked, because it is not the
manner of ladies in England. I always imagine you with a long
hookah puffing, puffing, since I heard this; give it up, my dear
Margaret--it will get you a bad name. Please do observe that I am
always serious when I try to make fun. I hope you are enjoying
life and friends and the weather: and believe me
Ever yours truly,
B. JOWETT.
He asked me once if I ever told any one that he wrote to me, to
which I answered:
"I should rather think so! I tell every railway porter!"
This distressed him. I told him that he was evidently ashamed of
my love for him, but that I was proud of it.
JOWETT (after a long silence): "Would you like to have your life
written, Margaret?"
MARGOT: "Not much, unless it told the whole truth about me and
every one and was indiscreet. If I could have a biographer like
Froude or Lord Hervey, it would be divine, as no one would be
bored by reading it. Who will you choose to write your life,
Master?"
JOWETT: "No one will be in a position to write my life, Margaret."
(For some time he called me Margaret; he thought it sounded less
familiar than Margot.)
MARGOT: "What nonsense! How can you possibly prevent it? If you
are not very good to me, I may even write it myself!"
JOWETT (smiling): "If I could have been sure of that, I need not
have burnt all my correspondence! But you are an idle young lady
and would certainly never have concentrated on so dull a subject.
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