I called this afternoon on the Pension Doering, since nothing turned up here, but of course thay had received no parcel of any kind; they offered me a trunk which had arrived the day before for a Herr Schuhmayer, but I was regretfully obliged to decline the substitute. It was too late to call on the Post Office- & tomorrow is Sunday; but I'll go round on Monday. If it was registered & there was no one to sign for it at the pension it might very well be languishing there, don't you think?
Thank you for the receipt book. I daren't touch it till I've bought a proper paper-knife. And tomorrow's Sunday.-You noticed I forgot your birthday, as I always do. This time I was put off by the fact that the police-official, in filling up my 'formular,' asked me when it was, & as I had already had to invent my paternal grandmother's birthday & -place I said the first thing that came into my head, which was 'October 26th.' & finally believed it till you told me about Lady S's 'Fisher.' (What is a 'Fisher'? 6d.?) I'll send you a suitable book on that date.
Yesterday I went to Berfeldt's final lecture; it was entirely devoid of the slightest interest & frankly I dozed (& so did most of the rest, except those that were in love with him). Afterwards Dr. Lampl came up to scrath & we adjourned to the Romanisches Cafe--really the only possible cafe in Berlin--with a female analyst, a rather nice woman called Klemperer, oder so. She's an ex-pole. I must say, they're a rather bright lot. She remembered us from Vienna, where she used to be, & Slazburg. Can you identify her?
Then I've just been to tea with Anna's sister's husband's brother, Frau Dr. Gerbert (GERBERT, & this is correct.) We discussed females & their rights & wrongs. She is the exact opposite to me in her views: She thinks they ought not to have the vote but she hates men (unconsciously). Altogether a rather hectic & voluble person, but most affable, a Viennese by extraction. It is queer how these obviously domineering and passionate women react against their emancipation so violently. What does it mean? And how can anyone get excited on such a dull & mainly empirical question, especially now-a-days.
The weather is perfect--balmy and blue. But the blow may come, I feel, at any moment. I should so love to see you once, James. But your letters are nearly as good. I've just got yours saying that your uncle Trevor is dead. How does Lady S. stand it; or has Pippa concealed it all?
Yours
Alix
