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I shall forget—well, all the things I grumble
at. . . . Very likely you think we are a couple
of children; well, so we are. Fortunately, there
is a region, better than all countries on earth,
the realm of fancy, which is open to both of us,
where everybody can reign supreme, where
everything can be arranged according to our
own desires. . . . It may be, after all, that
Sonia’s plan will not do for a drama; she
meant it for a novel, but I could not write one
after somebody else’s plan, as a novel requires
much more exclusive relationship between the
author and his work and the drama.’
And on February 10th:—
‘Sonia is overflowing with happiness at what
she calls this new event in her life. She says
that now she can fully understand how a man
keeps falling in love with the mother of his
children. I, of course, am the mother, as it falls
to my share to bring forth the children, and she is
so fond of me that it makes me quite happy to
see her radiant eyes resting upon me. We are
as delighted with each other’s company, as
perhaps two female friends have never been—
for we shall be the first example in literature of
two female collaborators.
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