Went to 8 Mass again. As this has now become routine, I won’t mention it any more. Julia sent me a long letter with terrific cigarette-cards, and cuttings yesterday so I wrote her to-day. She is coming here on hols. in August. After dinner went to School of Music to fetch Mám, but forgot a parcel of books for Prof. Stockley, and so had to go back again. Cycled there, and found Prof. and Mrs. Stockley, Mr. and Mrs. Neeson and Mrs. Smith O’Brien, sister of Dermot O’Brien, and a relative of Lord Inchiquin, all having tea in the garden. After tea, Irmah, Sophie and I went fooling around and had a feed of strawberries in the garden. After we had supper. There is always a wonderful atmosphere about Stockleys’, so refined and studious, so homely and quiet (except when Mrs. Stockley begins to act or imitate.) It was very interesting to listen to all the talk at supper. Mrs. O’Brien is a real lady. They live on an island in the Shannon. Got lots of books from Professor, and from Fräulein Engelmann, including Ruskin and Goldsmith.
