I have just finished a new book which is to be published at the New Year. And now I am ‘thinking out’ a long story about a woman which has been in my mind for years. But it is difficult. I want her whole life to be in it - a sense of time - and the feeling of ‘farewell’. For by the time the story is told her life is over. One tells it in taking leave of her … Not one of these modern women but one of those old fashioned kind who seemed to have such a rich being, to live in such a living world. Is it fancy? Is it just that the harvest of the past is gathered? Who shall say!