Lady Mary’s diary: Sept 17th 1918
Robert walked over from Seatown and I had the best pm seit lange [for a long time]. He sat in his own chair, read George Trevelyan’s “Carlyle” settled my accounts. Went over to see DVG, had tea and we started together as far as in sight of Slepe talking of everything.
Here we parted, the autumn evening, the romantic winding road; he looked back and waved two or three times, just as his father would have done