to write to me. I hope for a letter from you soon. I've had none yet-- not even the Lisbon one.
I didn't mail this today after all, because I think maybe it will go quicker the way I'm sending it. And though I met Victor for dinner tonight--also his superior, Col. Lord--I thought I'd add another word and wait for the better chance. Victor and Lord were in good spirits about the war. They have to deal with questions of supply, and they say it's just a matter of mathematics--sooner or later, now--the allies will win. We then had dinner at a sort of club where the food is nicely cooked and we sat around talking till nearly 10:30. Tell Anne that her Victor is certainly well and hearty, but that he hangs on every word of news from home like a small boy--even though the news I have is still the same as ever. Col. Lord's family is in Washington, and he's been here since early last summer. So I really shouldn't complain much yet. But he's an old army man, and seems resigned to the situation. A very interesting fellow, though--the man who talked old man Kaiser into building cargo planes. 8
I'm hoping for a cable or a letter tomorrow. And hoping you heard my broadcast, I guess. I'll leave a bit of space here to fill tomorrow.
Dearest--your cable came as I hoped--and you heard the broadcast-- as I hoped-- and I'll just have to wait for letters. It's not your fault if they don't come through. This one I'll take over to Herbert Agar, who is supposed to be going home soon. He'll show it to the censor and take it with him--if his packet isn't too full. And that reminds me-- maybe I'll be going home myself one of these days--or you'll be coming over. I'll have dinner with Arthur Rank Thursday--and on Friday will cable you. All my love--