I am a grandmother now, and that means age is creeping on, creeping on.

My husband is a general's chauffeur somewhere in France

I felt weary of the responsibility of owning houses and was glad enough to pass mine on to others.

Will I return to England? I don't know. I'll think it over.

My agent tells me I am drawing the largest salary ever paid in the halls of England. Wonderful, isn't it? for a quiet, rural gardener like myself.

I know I am at the end. I shall never get better, dear.

I've put in as many as 40 weeks a year on stage. It is lonely and restricted, as all artistic life must necessarily be.