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        though she did find time to write to Elsa and to note regretfully:
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        *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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