Nothing to report. Yesterday afternoon, went to see our neighbor and landlord, Mr R. [Redfern, either Richard
James or Frederick Ralph]. He’s a British subject but his mother, very old, is Spanish [Angela Marcaida] and his wife Italian, thanks to which he has managed to avoid internment. But he lives a prey to terror, never daring to leave his house unless it’s to visit us occasionally, and even then avoiding the road and going through bamboo trees and waste ground. His house is hideously furnished, and I’m happy to go home to find the serene and
gentle atmosphere that reigns here, thanks to Anne.
Anne dances ravishingly. All of this seems incredible to me.