16 March 1921
Villa Isola Bella, Menton, France
About the key of Broomies. I don’t think A. ought to have it. He would forget to lock the door or he’d leave the windows or lose the key. I don’t think he is reliable really. I have had rather a horrid shock about him. Hes got the family complex. When he wrote me all that about taking less money & so on Brett was giving him £50 a year and paying for all his colours etc. So be cautious with him, will you? Brett has, in fact, completely adopted him and I don’t come in at all. That I don’t mind, but I do mind his plea of poverty. Its a trifle too familiar. Ive an idea you feel rather sentimental about him & may take him out & pay for him and all that kind of thing. Thats why I warn you.
I must say I loathe money but its the lack of it I hate most. If Father would settle £500 a year on me - but .what nonsense! All the same Sorapure haunts me. I cant write to him or ask him a thing. It does seem preposterous that J. could not pay that.
The serpent in the kitchen has taken to gardening. I hear her raking & watering now (8 A.M.) The kitchen is as usual. She rakes the heads off anything in her way, too. The other Marie has been very good, lately, or so it appears. This one is going to Nice on Monday for the day “pour chercher le clef de mon appartement." I wish shed be drowned there.
[To Ida Baker in Collected Letters, 18 March 1921.]