At last the mail in, and at last a letter from Leo, but sad to say it was to the effect that he had had to leave Haileybury. I have planned out no career for him and do not desire any form of worldly success, I want him to be happy as a Christian gentleman, and that is always possible to the humblest of us.
April 9th [continuation]
Dinner with the Viceroy. Daisie sat on his left and I had the normal 5 minutes talk with her after dinner. It was quite a nice evening and their Excellencies were pleasant to talk to. Daisie’s curtseys were magnificent and her dress quite the smartest.
Cold and showery, we would almost have liked a fire in the evening. Col. Austin-Smith*, Surgeon to the Viceroy, came to tea, he married Ettie Shewell, my second cousin. A very nice fellow and lots to say. We had lunch with the Rennies.
The garden is wonderful – no one has ever seen such masses of roses. The new turf looks very smart. The Nemesias are over, also stocks and mimulus just going, but pansies are still beautiful and most of the others are not far beyond their prime.
* Possibly Austen Smith
The Viceroy, Lord Chelmsford arrived. I lined the roads with my Brigade, so did not have to do the meeting on the platform past. Then 6 p.m. at Government House delivery of address.
I gave an address in the Soldiers’ Home the other day on “how we can lead the Christian Life in the Army”. And again on Thursday, we are to discuss it. There are some very fine characters among the men here. I am to go to Simla on June 30th to be invested with my C.B. by Lord Chelmsford, the Viceroy. Daisie goes to Cherat for the 4 days. The War goes on well. Verdun remains unfallen after 4 months hammering. The Russians continuing their triumphant progress against the Austrian. Our garden is full of doves, and they simply roar in the early morning. I never heard such frightfully vigorous “coos” in my life.
King‘s Birthday. Holiday. Race Meeting. A very nice wire from the Viceroy where we were dining with the 15th Sikhs last night to say that I was to be a C.B. very pleased and honoured. Still cool, but to-night we start sleeping under punkahs.