A.A. Laporte Payne letter to Muriel 26 April 1917.

A.A. Laporte Payne letter to Muriel 26 April 1917.




April 26th 1917


My own Dearest,


Thank you so very much for your two letters and the enclosed photos and letters which I am returning to you. I hope you have received my letter by now.


The photos were very good but I am very sorry that the others did not come out. I should have liked to have one of you and me together – you must tell Mrs Lowe (or may I call her ‘Tom’?) that she can’t take photos – please thank her for the photo of the baby – it is an excellent one – and he looks very fine & jolly.


I do hope your cold is better. You must get rid of it soon.  It was my fault rushing you about such a lot.


I was much amused at Mrs. Gardner’s letter what a wonderfully clever woman she must be to have known it for “months & months & months”. No wonder the dear lady hated me.  Please, what is a woman’s intuition?


The time is going fast isn’t it? the  lovely time I had at home was all too short, which was probably a good thing for you for I am sure you would have been too tired to go on at that pace.  Now we are in the midst of the move I expected to take place when I was away.  I am going forward to do the billeting for the Brigade – it is much better than travelling with the guns at a walk.


I, too, am finding it awfully difficult to settle down – but I must or things are bound to go wrong. I can hardly realise now that it was all true that glorious time – perhaps you can because you are in the same surroundings – but mine are absolutely different.  I am living now for the next leave.  I wonder when it will be and whether I shall be as nervous next time as I was when I called on you first last leave.


I hear you are sitting in the Vicarage pew again last Sunday. I am so sorry for you having to face alone all the congratulatory creatures of Finchley.  I feel an awful coward.  It is very nice being congratulated about you but unless the people are very nice I always want to say “What do you know about her or me”.


I hope you will have a really successful concert the day after tomorrow, mind you tell me all about it. I am glad Mrs Cross & mother are going together.  It will do mother good to get away for a bit from the parish.


I suppose you & Mrs Cross are alone now. You will have a quiet time recovering from last week and getting ready for your work on the land.


Is the weather still bad with you? It is very cold & dull here to-day.  The weather is cold and dull here.  Awful trouble this morning the Colonel’s horse broke loose from the stalls overnight and can’t be found.  I have dozens of men out looking for the beastly thing.  The old boy is in an awful rage – of course it is my fault!!  He will probably be as quiet as a lamb until this evening he sees his mess bill, which I have just made up.


Well, darling mine, I do wish I could have that week all over again. It seems such ages ago & ages since I saw you.  I must console myself with thoughts of you and your precious letters.  When are you going to discuss things with me.  I remember you saying that you used to do so with another man – why not me?   You know how jealous I am and how much I long to possess all of you – body, mind and soul.  I shall not be satisfied until I do.


I am writing this in my bedroom to avoid interruptions & the noise of telephones. The Colonel has just come in, and one of my search party has returned to say that the missing horse has been found – which has put him in a good temper.


I will write more this evening if I return in time. I am just off now on a ride round the batteries I am just off to ride round the batteries, which are at present scattered.  I don’t suppose I shall be back until dark.


The Boche had started shelling the place again, but he has not done much damage. The news is not very exciting yet, but I don’t suppose it will be uninteresting long.


How is the “Mountain” behaving? She seemed very nice I thought.  My servant is a treasure and he keeps my things very well indeed.


Please give my love to Mrs Cross & with all my fondest love to you darling and my kisses – though paper ones


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