TŌKYŌ, October, 1898.
DEAR McDONALD,--I have your delightful letter and throw all else
overboard for the moment to send a few lines of greeting and chatter.
I have sent word to Mr. ---- that I can receive no foreign visitors. I
run away from the house on days of danger from calls,--and nevertheless
I cannot entirely escape. Yet you would have me enter like Daniel into
that lions' den of the Grand Hotel, because you are the Angel of the
Lord. Well, I suppose I must get down soon,--but I cannot say exactly a
day. Better let me come after the fashion of the Judgement,--when no man
knoweth.