I shall also send a copy to Carter Brooks, who came out
handsomly with an apoligy this morning in a letter and a ten
pound box of Candy.
His letter explains everything. H. is a real person and did
not come out of a Cabinet. Carter recognized the photograph as
being one of a Mr. Grosvenor he went to college with, who had
gone on the stage and was playing in a stock company at home.
Only they were not playing Xmas week, as business, he says, is
rotten then. When he saw me writing the letter he felt that it
was all a bluff, especialy as he had seen me sending myself the
violets at the florists.
So he got Mr. Grosvenor, the blonde one, to pretend he was
Harold Valentine. Only things slipped up. I quote from Carter's
letter:
"He's a bully chap, Bab, and he went into it for a lark,
roses and poems and all. But when he saw that you took it rather
hard, he felt it wasn't square. He went to your father to
explain and apologized, but your father seemed to think you
needed a lesson. He's a pretty good Sport, your father. And he
said to let it go on for a day or two. A little worry wouldn't
hurt you.
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