f conversation:

'So Miss Schuyler is willing to forego a London season? Marvellous
self-denial!'

'My niece did not come to Europe for a London season,' replied Miss Van
Tyck. 'We go through London this time merely as a cathedral town,
simply because it chances to be where it is geographically. We shall
visit St. Paul's and Westminster Abbey, and then go directly on, that
our chain of impressions may have absolute continuity and be free from
any disturbing elements.'

Oh, but she is lovely, is Aunt Celia! London a cathedral town!

Now, for my part, I should like to drop St. Paul's for once, and omit
Westminster Abbey for the moment, and sit on the top of a bus with Miss
Schuyler or in a hansom jogging up and down Piccadilly. The hansom
should have bouquets of paper-flowers in the windows, and the horse
should wear carnations in his headstall, and Miss Schuyler should ask me
questions, to which I should always know the right answers. This would
be but a prelude, for I should wish later to ask her questions to which
I should hope she would also know the right answers.

Heigho! I didn't suppose that anything could be lovelier than that
girl's smile, but there is, and it is her voice.

I shall call there again to-morrow morning. I don't know on what
pretext, but I shall call, for my visit was curtailed this evening by
the entrance of the waiter, who asked what they would have for
breakfast. Miss Van Tyck said she would be disengaged in a moment, so
naturally I departed, with a longing to knock the impudent waiter's head
against the uncomprehending wall. Breakfast indeed! A fellow can
breakfast regularly, and yet be in a starving condition.

_He_

Oxford, _June 14_,
The Angel.

I have just called. They have gone! Gone hours before they intended! How
shall I find her in London?

_He_

London, _June 15_,
Walsingham House Hotel.

As a cathedral town London leaves much to be desired. There are too many
hotels, too many people, and the distances are too great. For ten hours
I kept a hansom galloping between St. Paul's and Westminster Abbey, with
no result. I am now going to Ely, where I shall stay in the cathedral
from morning till night, and have my meals brought to me on a tray by
the verger.

_She_

Ely, _June 15_,
At Miss Kettlestring's lodgings.

I have lost him! He was not at St. Paul's or Westminster in
London--great, cruel, busy, brutal London, that c