In the meantime had it not been for Susan, I should have lived in the solitude of an anchorite.

We spent much time in the garden which we (she less conscious of irony than I) called our desert island.

I was Robinson Crusoe and she was Man Friday, and on the whole we were quite happy; perhaps I should have been happier in a temperature of 80 deg.

in the shade if I had not been forced to wear the Polar bear rug from the drawing-room in representation of Crusoe's goatskins.

I did suggest that I should be Robinson Crusoe's brother, who wore ordinary flannels, and that she should be Woman Wednesday.