May 23d 1926
Great & loved & valued friend --
I write as soon as I can to tell you that I have had to give up the hope of going to Paris. I am still so weakly that though it is nearly two months since I began to be ill I can [page 2] only go about on [lead?] ground walking by the side of a Bath Chair, & my nerves are still so unstrung that any noise is torture to me.
So dear I should be of no use in Paris at the Conference.
My largest regret is not to be with you.
Is it impossible to you to plan again & come to [page 3] London? I will not weary you to give up your wishes, but it wld be a real joy to me to see you, & the International people need your stimulation in England.
I have had not only the shock & surprise of poor little Fannys death, & all the business that is entailed in ↑my↓ being the Chancery Guardian of one of its wards, but congestion of both lungs, exhausted nerves, and an influenza affected heart.
I shall, the doctor says, recover in time, but only by living ↑for a while↓ an effortless life. Please dear & [honored] one [reconsider] your plans, so as come & see Your ever deeply devoted friend --
Henrietta O Barnett
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