Sharp, Rosamund to H.G. [Wells?], Sept. 3rd

"Dear H.G. Clifford came home the other night and thrust a page of "The Tatler" under my nose, saying "There's H.G. for you!" And it really was! You cannot imagine how glad I was to see him again. Orpen is awfully clever. He has put down all that is essentially you, and nobody ever did that before. They put the unessential and obvious. But this is the real H.G., the H.G. who writes unforgettable, and darling things, the H.G. one loves, and always love, and couldn't misunderstand. This was once my H.G. and I think in some deep place in me is still my H.G..."