I don't think I understand what you mean by "the healthier people are, the more repulsive they seem to be"; one must be healthy to be perfect, must n't one?
I don't like unhealthy people.

I had to play on that wretched piano after reading your letter; it made me feel unhappy.
I've been having a splendid lot of tennis lately, got the back-handed lifting stroke at last--hurrah!.

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By the same post, too, came the following note in an autocratic writing: DEAR BIRD [for this was Shelton's college nickname], My wife has gone down to her people, so I'm 'en garcon' for a few days.
If you've nothing better to do, come and dine to-night at seven, and go to the theatre.

It's ages since I saw you.
Yours as ever, B.M.