Thank you a million times for that! Three weeks I have been in this huge, ungainly, indifferent city, longing for the States.

Three weeks the Agony Column has been my sole diversion.

And then--through the doorway of the Carlton restaurant--you came-- It is of myself that I must write, I know.

I will not, then, tell you what is in my mind--the picture of you I carry.

It would mean little to you.