What a divine thing a birthday is—to think that C. was born—Monday nine years back—suppose she had never been born—I would never have met her—What an awful thought!
I am no longer chaperone—except for Kathleen. “Dear C. Hannover is a different town when you are here,”
Mother, Kathleen & C. came to lunch here to-day. Met Guy, and the others. All got on very well. Lillie and Hermina are such dears.
Showed C. my room. She liked it. Played the piano to C. and the waltz I had composed to her. Des Graz got on well with C., and Guy with Kathleen—Thornton is very shy.
We all went to the cinematograph. Des Graz was in wonderful form. His thin lean face, long nose, small blue eyes and black hair were just twinkling with wit.
Guy, Lawrence and myself dined with Lieut. Omïgke, mother, Kathleen and C. We danced a great deal
Molony, William O'Sullivan , Diary, 22 July 1914