T. E. Lawrence to Nancy Astor

12.XI.31.

Aha, Peeress,

I shall not be there. I'fact, with luck I shall dine that night with the Mrs Shaw, whom you call 'Charlotte': and perhaps with the G.B.S. himself.

So envy me: and pity yourself. If you were not M.P. for Sutton you too could stay in London! [two lines omitted]

Yours ever

T.E. Shaw.