My Dear Sir.
I perceive my dread of American journalistic enterprise carried me beyond the limits of good manners. But you know, the American journalist’s little dodges do taint international intercourse to a surprising degree. It’s not pleasant to entertain a man who professes to be a publication’s representative and then to find at the outcome of his visit, stupid remarks about your hair & slippers scattered broadcast over a continent you instinctively respect. Is it?
Which reminds me. Will you come down to lunch at 1.30 on Friday?