p.

I wish to God Lorry would
show a determined bent toward
something. But he is too like my
own family - too clever, too bright
and general to be anything in par-
ticular - but he is very young yet,
and as he has some astonishingly
different traits from either of us, he
may turn out something of last
on his own lathe.
We have been struggling along not
quite as usual for there was a brilliant
prospect, and we had a bitter
cruel disappointment. Last week
S signed a contract for literary editor
for the Mail - salary almost enough
to pay grocer, butcher and rent, but
for nothing else.
I am growing madder and more
unreconciled every day.
It is a shame for that old white
headed man to dig at his daily