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                 Early in 1901, before she set out for the Delhi Durbar with Hugo,
                 Gertrude had engaged the sendees of a maid, Marie Delaere, at an
                 annual remuneration of £iz plus washing (‘I think you always
                 give washing?’). She had also found an opportunity to join forces
                 again with Janet Courtney, and she enjoyed a ‘wild afternoon’
                 walking through the slums of East London with Hugo: ‘It really
                 is most extraordinary to see the edges of London.’ After her
                 return from the world voyage she divided most of her time
                 between Redcar and London, much of it in the company of her
                 young cousin Sylvia Stanley, the daughter of Lyulph and aunt
                 Maisie, and her brother Edward. In 1903 Edward Stanley joined
                 the British Civil Commission in Nigeria, and so another spate of
                 correspondence ensued between Gertrude and one of her many
                 friends and relatives in government service. She wrote to him
                 soon after his arrival in Nigeria:
                   Yes, Marcus Aurelius is a good counsellor, if one can follow
                   his advice. I mostly find myself rebelling against it, with an
                   uncanny sense of being too hopelessly involved in the mortal
                   coil to profit by it. What is the use of bending all one’s energies
                   to the uncongenial thing? One is likely to do little enough
                   anyway, but if half one’s time is taken up persuading oneself
                   one likes it or at least conquering distaste there is very litde
                   left to achieve success with.
                 Even in her most personal letters, Gertrude usually wagged  an
                 admonitory finger. She reported most of her activities to Edward
                 Stanley during 1903; being at home she had little cause to write to
                 her parents and one of the few substantial gaps in their lifelong
                 corr espondence occurs at this time. ‘Last night I went to a ball at
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