Walked back with Eddie [Keeling, from the British Embassy in Rome], very much under the spell of the Roman atmosphere and to tea with G.Tyrwhitt [later Lord Berners] in his pleasant little flat, furnished however a thought futuristically save for the electric light, which falls softly through glass bunches of purple, red, and blue grapes hanging from the ceiling. He played a few pieces of his own, based on music of his friend Stravinsky, and ministering I found more to the intellect than to the emotions. I played Eddie a fugue, and to bed at 11.