Much the usual Sunday. Went to a late Mass, washed my hair, arranged a meeting with Martha at Marietta’s. Met her brother too, the darling. I mean he was a dear not to make me feel ridiculous when the car ran out of petrol the other day. Can’t forget how sympathetic he sounded and didn’t look amused at all, on the contrary seemed only too glad to help. We didn’t speak much but I told him so much anyway. Met the Cziráky’s too, funny, that they are never asked up. We went down to meet them. – By the way yesterday we took the little car in for oil change. Lieber an employee of one of the firms we are connected with came with me. We took some books to Müllers too the youngest wasn’t in. We made an appointment for Tuesday next.