’Your ant-letter was very amusing, but it saddened me, dear Sylvia.  I can’t make any answer.  On these subjects it is very difficult even for the closest friends to open their minds to each other.  I don’t—­ and don’t wish to—­believe in the apteryx profession; that’s all I must say.

’My health has been indifferent since I last wrote.  We live in all but continuous darkness, and very seldom indeed breathe anything that can be called air.  No doubt this state of things has its effect on me.  I look forwards, not to the coming of spring, for here we shall see nothing of its beauties, but to the month which will release us from London.  I want to smell the pines again, and to see the golden gorse in our road.

’By way of being more “positive”, I have read much in the newspapers, supplementing from them my own experience of London society.  The result is that I am more and more confirmed in the fears with which I have already worried you.  Two movements are plainly going on in the life of our day.  The decay of religious belief is undermining morality, and the progress of Radicalism in politics is working to the same end by overthrowing social distinctions.  Evidence stares one in the face from every column of the papers.  Of course you have read more or less about the recent “scandal”—­I mean the most recent.—­It isn’t the kind of thing one cares to discuss, but we can’t help knowing about it, and does it not strongly support what I say?  Here is materialism sinking into brutal immorality, and high social rank degrading itself by intimacy with the corrupt vulgar.  There are newspapers that make political capital out of these “revelations”.

I have read some of them, and they make me so fiercely aristocratic that I find it hard to care anything at all even for the humanitarian efforts of people I respect.  You will tell me, I know, that this is quite the wrong way of looking at it.  But the evils are so monstrous that it is hard to fix one’s mind on the good that may long hence result from them.

’I cling to the essential (that is the spiritual) truths of Christianity as the only absolute good left in our time.  I would say that I care nothing for forms, but some form there must be, else one’s faith evaporates.  It has become very easy for me to understand how men and women who know the world refuse to believe any longer in a directing Providence.  A week ago I again met Miss Moxey at the Walworths’, and talked with her more freely than before.  This conversation showed me that I have become much more tolerant towards individuals.  But though this or that person may be supported by moral sense alone, the world cannot dispense with religion.  If it tries to—­and it will—­there are dreadful times before us.

’I wish I were a man!  I would do something, however ineffectual.  I would stand on the side of those who are fighting against mob-rule and mob-morals.  How would you like to see Exeter Cathedral converted into a “coffee music-hall”?  And that will come.’