1 July 1912 – 7 July 1912

On my doctor's advice, went to see Dr. P----, a lung specialist. M----found a dull spot on one of my lungs, and, not feeling very sure, and without telling me the nature of his suspicion, he arranged for Dr. P---- to see me, allowing me to suppose he was a stomach authority as my dyspepsia is bad. Well: it is not consumption, but my lungs and physique are such that consumption might easily supervene. As soon as Dr. P---- had gone, M----appended the following lugubrious yarn:-- Whenever I catch cold, I must go and be treated at once, all my leisure must be spent out of doors, I must take cream and milk in prodigious quantities and get fat at all costs. There is even a question of my giving up work.