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       though she did find time to write to Elsa and to note regretfully:
       *1 can scarcely bear the idea of not being at her wedding.’ The
       Ramsays arrived on Friday May 24th, when Gertrude was in
       the middle of digging. They appeared in donkey carts and Lady
       Ramsay got out and began to make a pot of tea in the open
       while the learned Sir William started to discuss the problems pre­
       sented by the Church on which Gertrude was working as though
       he had been there all along. The work which they performed in
       uncovering and deciphering old and worn legends, in uncovering
       brick and stonework, in establishing an elaborate chronology, is
       told in the book they wrote together at Rounton Grange and
       published in 1909. It provides a considered account of the
       project, unlike the letters which were often scribbled on the spot
       or before a well-earned sleep. A Thousand and One Churches also
       provides an early insight into a skill which was later to earn
       Gertrude a reputation that was unique in government service
       of being able to take the driest, most mundane contemporary or
       historical subjects and invest them with the force and colour of
       her easy, compelling writing style.
         There was, however, one other lesson in eastern thought which
       impressed itself on her before she left for home with her rubbings
       and measurements, and her full if barely legible notebooks. She
       found herself in a garden with her servant Fattuh, and what she
       describes as ‘the following preposterous conversation’ took
       place:

          GB — loq: Oh 1 Fattuh, to whom does this poplar garden belong ?
          F—To a priest, my lady.
          GB —Does he mind our camping it it?
          F — He didn’t say anything.
          GB - Did you ask him?
          F—No, my lady.
          GB—We must give him some backshish.
          F —At your Excellency’s command.
          A pause
          F — My lady ...
          GB-Yes?
          F—That priest is dead.
          GB — 111 Then I don’t think we need bother about the back­
            shish.
          F—No, my lady.
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