Our beautiful rest cure will soon come to an end. We cannot tell what awaits us in India. Rose looks very pale and we hope she is not going to get ill. She and Susanna will soon be in the hills at Murree with Miss Key. The weather is wonderful and it is like a yachting trip. We have a huge cabin with big wardrobe and the ship is full of enormous black-beetles. The Captain, Armitage, is a good fellow, and an Antarctic hero. I play bridge a good deal for very small points and I am reading philosophy. I am nothing else but a philosopher, and so far, I find nothing new – but of course I am dumb, I could not spout all those strings of bewildering words and sentences.