Went to the music hall to see Hitchcock’s “Suspicion” with Joan Fontaine and Cary Grant. Very good — I like Fontaine very much. Shall never forget her performance in “Rebecca” last year.
After dinner went to see Noel Coward’s latest — “Blythe Spirit” — a most sparkling comedy about a twice married husband’s trouble with the ghost of his first wife. The ghost was most striking — entirely grey — clothing and skin — and with silver grey hair — all in the identical shade. Only her lips were red. Despite the shock she gave the audience when she walked in, she was definitely quite pretty — once you got used to the color scheme. Play contained excellent repartee. Mrs. Roosevelt was in the audience.
Trotted over to Larue’s before one so to see how Marie was getting along on her first night. She looked and sounded tops.