Lesson 4-The Nightingale and the Rose . Author Savoy Hotel, London Dearest of all Boys, Your letter was delightful, red and yellow wine to me; but i am sad and out of sorts. Bosie, you must not make scenes with me. They kill me, they wreck the loveliness of life. I cannot see you, so Greek and gracious, distorted with passion. I cannot listen to your curved lips saying hideous things to me. I would sooner be blackmailed by every rent-boy in London than to have you bitter unjust, hating You are the divine thing I want, the thing of grace and beauty; but i dont know how to do it Shall I come to Salisbury My bill here is 49 pounds for a week. I have also got a new sitting-room over the Thames. Why are you not here, my dear, my wonderful boy I fear I must leave; no money, no credit, and a heart of lead Your own, OSCAR W BT E To be continued on the next page. BACLesson 4—The Nightingale and the Rose W B T L E I. Author Savoy Hotel, London Dearest of all Boys, Your letter was delightful, red and yellow wine to me; but I am sad and out of sorts. Bosie, you must not make scenes with me. They kill me, they wreck the loveliness of life. I cannot see you, so Greek and gracious, distorted with passion. I cannot listen to your curved lips saying hideous things to me. I would sooner be blackmailed by every rent-boy in London than to have you bitter, unjust, hating. You are the divine thing I want, the thing of grace and beauty; but I don't know how to do it. Shall I come to Salisbury? My bill here is 49 pounds for a week. I have also got a new sitting-room over the Thames. Why are you not here, my dear, my wonderful boy? I fear I must leave; no money, no credit, and a heart of lead. Your own, OSCAR To be continued on the next page