I have gone home to the Grange.

I believe, when I am by myself in the house where we spent the three years I thought so perfect and so happy, I shall find out what is the matter; I shall get to the very root of the Upas tree.
"I know I somehow hurt you horribly on the night I reached home, by asking you to come to the studio to hear me play my 'cello; but, before God, I haven't the faintest idea why! "You would not have said what you did, had you known I was ill; but neither would you have said it, unless it had been true.

If it was true then, it is true now.

If it is true now, we can't spend Christmas Day together.
"I want you to go to the Dalmains by motor, as soon as you find this, and have a jolly, restful time with them.

You look worn out.
"RONNIE." "P.S .-- I am obliged to leave this in my room.