OXFORD, _June_ 13
The Angel.
I have done it, and if I hadn't been a fool and a coward I might have
done it a week ago, and spared myself a good deal of delicious torment.
I have just given two hours to a sketch of Addison's Walk and carried it
to aunt Celia at the Mitre. Object, to find out whether they make a long
stay in London (our next point), and if so where. It seems they go
directly through. I said in the course of conversation, "So Miss
Schuyler is willing to forego a London season? Marvelous 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!
LINCOLN, _June_ 20
The Black Boy Inn.
I am stopping at a beastly little hole, which has the one merit of being
opposite Miss Schuyler's lodgings. My sketch-book has deteriorated in
artistic value during the last two weeks. Many of its pages, while
interesting to me as reminiscences, will hardly do for family or studio
exhibition. If I should label them, the result would be something like
this:--
1. Sketch of a footstool and desk where I first saw Miss Schuyler
kneeling.