Krassin offered me a third sitting, and came again at 5.0 and stayed
till after 7.0. War is averted, and he assures me that Kameneff under no
excuse can possibly leave for Russia for a fortnight. I did not sleep
much, waking up with the exclamation “Partons! Partons!” for if we do
not get away for a fortnight, I shall have to keep my engagement on
September 10th at Oxford with the Birkenheads to do F. E., and then I
shall not get to Russia before my exhibition.
I worked hard, and Krassin’s head is finished. I think it good.
Sydney[2] came to see me after dinner, and we talked fantastically about
Russia, and what it might or might not lead to.
He is terribly interested.