byKateDouglasWiggin
SHE
WINCHESTER，May28，1891
TheRoyalGardenInn。
WearedoingtheEnglishcathedraltowns，auntCeliaandI。AuntCeliahasanintensedesiretoimprovemymind。Papatoldher，whenwewereleavingCedarhurst，thathewouldn’tfortheworldhaveittoomuchimproved，andauntCeliaremarkedthat，sofarasshecouldjudge，therewasnoimmediatedanger；withwhichexchangeofhostilitiestheyparted。
Wearetravelingundertheyokeofanironitinerary，warrantedneithertobendnorbreak。ItwasmadeoutbyayoungHighChurchcurateinNewYork，andifithadbeenblessedbyallthebishopsandpopesitcouldnotbemoresacredtoauntCelia。SheisawfullyHighChurch，andIbelieveshethinksthistourofthecathedralswillgivemeatasteforritualandbringmeintothetruefold。I
havebeenhearingdearoldDr。Kyleagreatdeallately，andauntCeliasaysthatheisthemostdangerousUnitariansheknows，becausehehasleaningstowardsChristianity。
Longago，inheryouth，shewasengagedtoayoungarchitect。He，withhistrianglesandT—squaresandthings，succeededinmakinganimaginaryscale—drawingofherheart（uptothattimeavirginforest，anunmappedterritory），whichenabledhimtoenterinandsetupapedestalthere，onwhichhehasremainedeversince。Hehasbeenonlyamemoryformanyyears，tobesure，forhediedattheageoftwenty—six，beforehehadhadtimetobuildanythingbutaliverystableandacountryhotel。Thisisfortunate，onthewhole，becauseauntCeliathinkshewasdestinedtoestablishAmericanarchitectureonahigherplane，——riditofitsbase，time—
serving，imitativeinstincts，andwaftittoaheightwhere，inthecourseofcenturies，weshouldhavebeenreveredandfollowedbyallthenationsoftheearth。Iwenttoseetheliverystable，afteroneoftheseMiriam—likeflightsofprophecyonthemight—have—been。
Itisn’tfairtojudgeaman’spromisebyoneperformance，andthatonealiverystable，soIshallsaynothing。
ThissentimentaboutarchitectureandthisfondnessfortheverytoppingestHighChurchritualcauseauntCeliatolookontheEnglishcathedralswithsolemnityandreverentialawe。Shehasgivenmeafatnotebook，with"KatharineSchuyler"stampedingoldlettersontheRussialeathercover，andalockandkeytoprotectitsfeminineconfidences。Iamnotatallthesortofgirlwhomakesnotes，andIhavetoldherso；butshesaysthatImustatleastrecordmypassingimpressions，iftheyareeversotrivialandcommonplace。
IwantedtogodirectlyfromSouthamptontoLondonwiththeAbbotts，ourshipfriends，wholeftusyesterday。RoderickAbbottandIhadhadacharmingtimeonboardship（morecharmingthanauntCeliaknows，becauseshewasveryill，andhernaturalpowersofchaperoningwereseverelyimpaired），andtheprospectofseeingLondonsightstogetherwasnotunpleasing；butRoderickAbbottisnotinauntCelia’sitinerary，whichreads:"Winchester，Salisbury，Wells，Bath，Bristol，Gloucester，Oxford，London，Ely，Lincoln，York，Durham。"
AuntCeliaisoneofthosepersonswhoareborntocommand，andwhentheyarethrownincontactwiththosewhoareborntobecommandedallgoesasmerryasamarriagebell；otherwisenot。
SohereweareatWinchester；andIdon’tmindalltheRoderickAbbottsintheuniverse，nowthatIhaveseentheRoyalGardenInn，itsprettycoffee—roomopeningintotheold—fashionedgarden，withitsbordersofclovepinks，itsaviaries，anditsblossominghorse—
chestnuts，greattoweringmassesofpinkbloom！
AuntCeliahasdriventoSt。CrossHospitalwithMrs。Benedict，anestimableladytouristwhomshe"pickedup"enroutefromSouthampton。Iamtired，andstayedathome。Icannotwriteletters，becauseauntCeliahastheguide—books，soIsitbythewindowinindolentcontent，watchingthedearlittleschoolladdies，withtheirshortjacketsandwidewhitecollars；theyalllooksojolly，androsy，andclean，andkissable！Ishouldliketokissthechambermaid，too！Shehasapinkprintdress；nobangs，thankgoodness（it’scuriousourservantscan’tleavethatdeformitytotheupperclasses），butshiningbrownhair，plumpfigure，softvoice，andamostengagingwayofsaying，"Yes，miss？Anythinkmore，miss？"IlongtoaskhertositdowncomfortablyandbeEnglish，whileIstudyherasatype，butofcourseImustn’t。
SometimesIwishIcouldretirefromtheworldforaseasonanddowhatIlike，"surroundedbythegeneralcomfortofbeingthoughtmad。"
Anelegant，irreproachable，high—mindedmodelofdignityandreservehasjustknockedandinquiredwhatwewillhavefordinner。ItisveryembarrassingtogiveorderstoapersonwholookslikeajudgeoftheSupremeCourt，butIsaidlanguidly，"Whatwouldyousuggest？"
"Howwouldyoulikeaclearsoup，agoodspringsoup，tobeginwith，miss？"
"Verymuch。"
"Andabitofturbotnext，miss？"
"Yes，turbot，byallmeans，"Isaid，mymouthwateringattheword。
"Andwhatforaroast，miss？Wouldyouenjoyayoungduckling，miss？"
"Justthething；andfordessert"——Icouldn’tthinkwhatweoughttohavefordessertinEngland，butthehigh—mindedmodelcoughedapologeticallyandsaid，"Iwasthinkingyoumightlikegooseberrytartandcreamforasweet，miss。"
OhthatIcouldhaveventedmyNewWorldenthusiasminashriekofdelightasIheardthoseintoxicatingwords，heretoforemetonlyinEnglishnovels！
"Ye—es，"Isaidhesitatingly，thoughIwaspalpitatingwithjoy，"I
fancyweshouldlikegooseberrytart（hereabrightideaenteredmymind）andperhapsincasemyauntdoesn’tcareforthegooseberrytart，youmightbringalemonsquash，please。"
NowIhadnevermetalemonsquashpersonally，butIhadoftenheardofit，andwishedtoshowmyfamiliaritywithBritishculinaryart。
"Onelemonsquash，miss？"
"Oh，astothat，itdoesn’tmatter，"Isaidhaughtily；"bringasufficientnumberfortwopersons。"
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AuntCeliacamehomeinthehighestfeather。ShehadtwicebeentakenforanEnglishwoman。Shesaidshethoughtthatlemonsquashwasadrink；Ithoughtitwasapie；butweshallfindoutatdinner，for，asIsaid，Iorderedasufficientnumberfortwopersons。
Atfouro’clockweattendedeven—songatthecathedral。IshallnotsaywhatIfeltwhenthewhite—surplicedboychoirentered，windingdownthosevaultedaisles，orwhenIheardforthefirsttimethatintonedservice，withallits"witchcraftofharmonicsound。"Isatquitebymyselfinahighcarved—oakseat，andthehourwaspassedinatranceofserenedelight。Idonothavemanyopinions，itistrue，butpapasaysIamalwaysstrongonsentiments；nevertheless，IshallnotattempttotellevenwhatIfeelinthesenewandbeautifulexperiences，forithasbeenbettertoldathousandtimes。
Therewereagreatmanypeopleatservice，andalargenumberofAmericansamongthem，Ishouldthink，thoughwesawnofamiliarfaces。Therewasoneparticularlyniceyoungman，wholookedlikeaBostonian。Hesatoppositeme。Hedidn’tstare，——hewastoowellbred；butwhenIlookedtheotherway，helookedatme。OfcourseI
couldfeelhiseyes，——anybodycan，atleastanygirlcan；butI
attendedtoeverywordoftheservice，andwasasgoodasanangel。
Whentheprocessionhadfiledoutandthelaststrainofthegreatorganhadrumbledintosilence，wewentonatourthroughthecathedral，aheterogeneousband，headedbyaconscientiousoldvergerwhodidhisbesttoenlightenus，andsucceededinvirtuallyspoilingmypleasure。
Afterwehadfinished（thinkof"finishing"acathedralinanhourortwo！），auntCeliaandI，withoneortwoothers，wanderedthroughthebeautifulclose，lookingattheexteriorfromeverypossiblepoint，andcomingatlasttoacertainruinedarchwhichisveryfamous。Itdidnotstrikemeasbeingremarkable。Icouldmakeanynumberofthemwithapattern，withouttheleasteffort。Butatanyrate，whentoldbythevergertogazeuponthebeautiesofthiswonderfulrelicandtremble，wewereobligedtogazealsouponthebeautiesoftheaforesaidniceyoungman，whowassketchingit。Asweturnedtogoaway，auntCeliadroppedherbag。Itisoneofthosedetestable，all—absorbing，all—devouring，thoroughlyrespectable，butneverproudBostonbags，madeofblackclothwithleathertrimmings，"C。VanT。"embroideredontheside，andthetopdrawnupwithstoutcordswhichpassovertheBostonwristorarm。
Asforme，Iloathethem，andwouldnotforworldsbeseencarryingone，thoughIdoslipagreatmanynecessariesintoauntCelia’s。
Ihastenedtopickupthehorridthing，forfeartheniceyoungmanwouldfeelobligedtodoitforme；but，inmyindecoroushaste，I
caughtholdofthewrongendandemptiedtheentirecontentsonthestoneflagging。AuntCeliadidn’tnotice；shehadturnedwiththeverger，lestsheshouldmissasinglewordofhisinspiredtestimony。Sowescrambledupthearticlestogether，theniceyoungmanandI；andoh，IhopeImayneverlookuponhisfaceagainTherewereprayer—booksandguide—books，abottleofsodaminttablets，aspoolofdentalfloss，aBathbun，abitofgrayfrizzthatauntCeliapinsintohersteamercap，aspectaclecase，abrandyflask，andabonbonbox，whichbrokeandscatteredclovesandcardamomseeds。（IhopeheguessedauntCeliaisadyspeptic，andnotintemperate！）Allthiswashopelesslyvulgar，butIwouldn’thavemindedanythingiftherehadnotbeenaDuchessnovel。Ofcoursehethoughtthatitbelongedtome。Hecouldn’thaveknownauntCeliawascarryingitforthataccidentalMrs。Benedict，withwhomshewenttoSt。CrossHospital。
Afterscoopingthecardamomseedsoutofthecracksinthestoneflagging，hehandedmethetattered，disreputable—lookingcopyof"A
ModernCirce"withabowthatwouldn’thavedisgracedaChesterfield，andthenwentbacktohiseasel，whileIfledafterauntCeliaandherverger。
Memoranda:TheWinchesterCathedralhasthelongestnave。Theinsideismoresuperbthantheoutside。IzaakWaltonandJaneAustenareburiedthere。
HE
WINCHESTER，May28，1891
TheWhiteSwan。
AssureasmynameisJackCopley，Isawtheprettiestgirlintheworldto—day，——anAmerican，too，orI’mgreatlymistaken。Itwasinthecathedral，whereIhavebeensketchingforseveraldays。Iwassittingintheendofaseat，atafternoonservice，whentwoladiesenteredbythesidedoor。Theancientmaiden，evidentlytheheadofthefamily，settledherselfdevoutly，andtheyoungonestoleoffbyherselftooneoftheoldcarvedseatsbackofthechoir。Shewasworsethanpretty！Itookasketchofherduringservice，asshesatunderthedarkcarved—oakcanopy，withthisLatininscriptionoverherhead:—
CARLTONCUM
DOLBY
LETANIA
IXSOLIDORUM
SUPERFLUMINA
CONFITEBORTIBI
DUCPROBATI
Thereoughttobealawagainstawoman’smakingapictureofherself，unlesssheiswillingtositandbesketched。
Ablackandwhitesketchdoesn’tgiveanydefiniteideaofthischarmer’scharms，butsometimeI’llfillitin，——hair，sweetlittlehat，gown，andeyes，allingoldenbrown，acapeoftawnysableslippingoffherarm，aknotofyellowprimrosesinhergirdle，carved—oakbackground，andtheafternoonsuncomingthroughastained—glasswindow。GreatJove！Shehadamostcuriouseffectonme，thatgirl！Ican’texplainit，——verycurious，altogethernew，andratherpleasant！Whenoneofthechoirboyssang，"Ohforthewingsofadove！"atearrolledoutofoneofherlovelyeyesanddownhersmoothbrowncheek。Iwouldhavegivenalargeportionofmymodestmonthlyincomeforthefelicityofwipingawaythatteardropwithoneofmynewhandkerchiefs，markedwithatremendous"C"bymyprettysister。
Anhourortwolatertheyappearedagain，——thedragon，whoanswerstothenameof"auntCelia，"andthe"nut—brownmayde，"whocomeswhenyoucallher"Katharine。"Iwassketchingaruinedarch。ThedragondroppedherunmistakablyBostonbag。IexpectedtoseeencyclopaediasandRussiantractsfallfromit，butwasdisappointed。Thenut—brownmayde（whohasbeenbroughtuprigidly）
hastenedtopickupthebag，forfearthatIshouldserveherbydoingit。Shewaspunishedbyturningitinsideout，andIwasrewardedbyhelpingherpickupthearticles，whichweremanyandillassorted。MylittleromancereceivedthefirstblowwhenI
foundthatshereadstheDuchessnovels。Ithink，however，shehasthegracetobeashamedofit，forsheblushedscarletwhenIhandedher"AModernCirce。"IcouldhavetoldherthatsuchablushonsuchacheekwouldatoneforreadingMrs。Southworth，butI
refrained。AftershehadgoneIdiscoveredaslipofpaperwhichhadblownundersomestones。Itprovedtobeanitinerary。I
didn’treturnit。Ithoughttheymustknowwhichwaytheyweregoing；andasthiswaspreciselywhatIwantedtoknow，Ikeptitformyownuse。Sheisdoingthecathedraltowns。Iamdoingthecathedraltowns。Happythought！Whyshouldn’twedothemtogether，——weandauntCelia？
Ihadonlytenminutes——tocatchmytrainforSalisbury，butI
concludedtoruninandglanceattheregistersoftheprincipalhotels。Foundmynut—brownmaydeatonceonthepagesoftheRoyalGardenInnregister:"MissCeliaVanTyck，Beverly，Mass。；MissKatharineSchuyler，NewYork。"Iconcludedtostayoveranothertrain，ordereddinner，andtookanaltogetherindefensibleandinconsistentpleasureinwriting"JohnQuincyCopley，Cambridge，Mass。，"directlybeneaththecharmer’sautograph。
SHE
SALISBURY，June1
TheWhiteHartInn。
WeleftWinchesteronthe1。06trainyesterday，andherewearewithinsightofanothersuperbandancientpileofstone。IwantedsomuchtostopattheHighflyerInninLarkLane，butauntCeliasaidthatifweweredestituteofpersonaldignity，weatleastowedsomethingtoourancestors。AuntCeliahasatemperamentaldistrustofjoyassomethingdangerousandensnaring。Shedoesn’trealizewhatfunitwouldbetodateone’slettersfromtheHighflyerInn，LarkLane，evenifonewereobligedtoconsortwithpoachersandcockneysinordertodoit。
Weattendedserviceatthree。Themusicwaslovely，andtherewerebeautifulstained—glasswindowsbyBurne—JonesandMorris。Theverger（whenwoundupwithashilling）talkedlikeanelectricdoll。
Ifthatniceyoungmanismakingacathedraltour，likeourselves，heisn’ttakingourroute，forheisn’there。Ifhehascomeoverforthepurposeofsketching，hewouldn’tstopatsketchingonecathedral。PerhapshebeganattheotherendandworkeddowntoWinchester。Yes，thatmustbeit，fortheEmssailedyesterdayfromSouthampton。
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June2。
WeintendedtogotoStonehengethismorning，butitrained，sowetooka"growler"andwenttotheEarlofPembroke’scountryplacetoseethepictures。Hadadelightfulmorningwiththemagnificentantiques，curios，andportraits。TheVanDyckroomisajoyforever。Therewereothervisitors；nobodywholookedespeciallyinteresting。Don’tlikeSalisburysowellasWinchester。Don’tknowwhy。Weshalldrivethisafternoon，ifitisfair，andgotoWellsto—morrow。MustreadBaedekeronthebishop’spalace。Ohdear！ifonecouldonlyhaveagoodtimeandnottrytoknowanything！
Memoranda:Thiscathedralhasthehighestspire。Remember:
Winchester，longestnave；Salisbury，highestspire。
TheLancetstyleisthosecurvedlinesmeetinginaroundingorasharppointlikethis[drawingliketwoverycircularn’snexttoeachother]
andthenjoinedtogetherlikethis:
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thewaytheyusedtoscallopflannelpetticoats。Gothiclooksliketrianglesmeetingtogetherinvariousspotsandjoinedwithbeautifulsortofornamentedknobs。IthinkIknowGothicwhenI
seeit。ThenthereisNorman，EarlyEnglish，fullydevelopedEarlyEnglish，EarlyandLatePerpendicular，andTransition。AuntCeliaknowsthemallapart。
HE
SALISBURY，June3
TheRedLion。
Iwentoffonalongtrampthisafternoon，andcomingonaprettyriverflowingthroughgreenmeadows，withafringeoftreesoneitherside，Isatdowntomakeasketch。Iheardfemininevoicesinthevicinity，but，asthesearegenerallyapartofthelandscapeinthetouristseason，Ipaidnospecialnotice。Suddenlyadaintypatent—leathershoefloatedtowardsmeonthesurfaceofthestream。
Itevidentlyhadjustdroppedin，foritwasrightsideupwithcare，andwasdisportingitselfrightmerrily。"DideverJove’streedropsuchfruit？"Iquoted，asIfisheditoutonmystick；andjustthenIheardadistressedvoicesaying，"Oh，auntCelia，I’velostmysmartlittleLondonshoe。Iwassittinginatree，takingapebbleoutoftheheel，whenIsawacaterpillar，andIdroppeditintotheriver，theshoe，youknow，notthecaterpillar。"Hereuponshecameinsight，andIwitnessedthesomewhatunusualspectacleofmynut—brownmaydehoppingononefoot，likeadivinestork，andeverandanonemittingafeminineshriekasherofffoot，cladinadelicatesilkstocking，cameincontactwiththeground。Irosequickly，and，polishingthepatentleatherostentatiously，insideandout，withmyhandkerchief，Iofferedittoherwithdistinguishedgrace。Sheswayedonheronefootwithasmuchdignityaspossible，andthenrecognizingmeasthepersonwhopickedupthecontentsofauntCelia’sbag，shesaid，dimplinginthemostdistractingmanner（that’sanotherthingthereoughttobealawagainst），"Thankyouagain；youseemtobeasortofknight—
errant！"
"ShallI——assistyou？"Iasked。（Imighthaveknownthatthiswasgoingtoofar。）
"No，thankyou，"shesaid，withpolarfrigidity。"Good—afternoon。"
AndshehoppedbacktoherauntCeliawithoutanotherword。
Idon’tknowhowtoapproachauntCelia。Sheisformidable。Byacuriousaccidentoffeature，forwhichsheisnotintheleastresponsible，shealwayswearsanunfortunateexpressionasofoneperceivingsomeoffensiveodorintheimmediatevicinity。Thismaybeamereaccidentofhighbirth。Itisthekindofnoseoftenseeninthe"firstfamilies，"andhernamebetraysthefactthatsheisofgoodoldKnickerbockerorigin。WegotoWellsto—morrow。AtleastIthinkwedo。
SHE
GLOUCESTER，June9
TheSpreadEagle。
ImethimatWells，andagainatBath。Wearealwaysbeingridiculous，andheisalwaysrescuingus。AuntCelianeverreallyseeshim，andthusneverrecognizeshimwhenheappearsagain，alwaysastheflowerofchivalryandguardianofladiesindistress。
Iwillneveragaintravelabroadwithoutaman，evenifIhavetohireonefromaFeeble—MindedAsylum。Weworklikegalleyslaves，auntCeliaandI，findingoutabouttrainsandthings。NeitherofuscanunderstandBradshaw，andIcan’tevengrapplewiththelesserintricaciesoftheABCrailwayguide。Thetrains，sofarasIcansee，alwaysarrivebeforetheygoout，andIcannevertellwhethertoreadupthepageordown。Itiscertainlyveryqueerthatthestupidestmanthatbreathes，onethatbarelyescapesidiocy，candisentanglearailwayguide，whenthebrightestwomanfails。EventheBootsattheinninWellstookmybook，and，rubbinghisfrightfullydirtyfingerdowntherowofpuzzlingfigures，foundtheplaceinaminute，andsaid，"Thereyeare，miss。"Itisveryhumiliating。AllthetimeIhaveleftfromthestudyofroutesandhotelsIspendonguide—books。NowI’msurethatifanyoneofthemenIknowwerehere，hecouldtellmeallthatisnecessaryaswewalkalongthestreets。Idon’tsayitinafrivolousorsentimentalspiritintheleast，butIdoaffirmthatthereishardlyanyjunctureinlifewhereoneisn’tbetteroffforhavingamanabout。IshouldneverdaredivulgethistoauntCelia，forshedoesn’tthinkmenverynice。Sheexcludesthemfromconversationasiftheywereindelicatesubjects。
But，togoon，wewerestandingatthedoorofYeOldeBellandHorns，atBath，waitingfortheflywhichwehadorderedtotakeustothestation，whenwhoshoulddriveupinafour—wheelerbuttheflowerofchivalry。AuntCeliawassayingveryaudibly，"Weshallcertainlymissthetrainifthemandoesn’tcomeatonce。"
"Praytakethisfly，"saidtheflowerofchivalry。"Iamnotleavingtillthenexttrain。"
AuntCeliagotinwithoutamurmur；Isneakedinafterher。Idon’tthinkshelookedathim，thoughshedidvouchsafetheremarkthatheseemedtobeacivilsortofperson。
AtBristol，Iwaswalkingaboutbymyself，andIespiedasign，"MarthaHuggins，LicensedVictualer。"Itwasanice，tidylittleshop，withafireonthehearthandflowersinthewindow，and，asitwasrainingsmartly，IthoughtnoonewouldcatchmeifIsteppedinsidetochatwithMartha。IfancieditwouldbesodelightfulandDickensytotalkquietlywithalicensedvictualerbythenameofMarthaHuggins。
JustafterIhadsettledmyself，theflowerofchivalrycameinandorderedale。Iwasdisconcertedatbeingfoundinadramshopalone，forIthought，afterthebagepisode，hemightfancyusafamilyofinebriates。Buthedidn’tevincetheslightestastonishment；hemerelyliftedhishat，andwalkedoutafterhehadfinishedhisale。
Hecertainlyhastheloveliestmanners！
Andsoitgoeson，andwenevergetanyfurther。IlikehispolitenessandhisevidentfeelingthatIcan’tbeflirtedandtalkedwithlikeaforwardboarding—schoolmiss，butImustsayI
don’tthinkmuchofhisingenuity。Ofcourseonecan’thaveallthevirtues，but，ifIwerehe，Iwouldpartwithmydistinguishedair，mycharmingease，infactalmostanything，ifIcouldhaveinexchangeafewgrainsofcommonsense，justenoughtoguidemeinthepracticalaffairsoflife。
Iwonderwhatheis？Hemightbeanartist，buthedoesn’tseemquitelikeanartist；oradilettante，buthedoesn’tseemintheleastlikeadilettante。Orhemightbeanarchitect；Ithinkthatisthemostprobableguessofall。Perhapsheisonly"goingtobe"
oneofthesethings，forhecan’tbemorethantwenty—fiveortwenty—six。Stillhelooksasifheweresomethingalready；thatis，hehasakindofself—relianceinhismien，——notself—assertion，norself—esteem，butbeliefinself，asifhewereable，andknewthathewasable，toconquercircumstances。
HE
GLOUCESTER，June10
TheBell。
Nothingaccomplishedyet。HerauntisaVanTyck，andastiffone，too。IamaCopley，andthatdelaysmatters。Muchdependsuponthemannerofapproach。Afalsemovewouldbefatal。Wehavesixmoretowns（asperitinerary），andiftheirthirstforcathedralsisn’tslakedwhenthesearefinishedwehavetheentirecontinenttodo。
IfIcouldonlysucceedinmakinganimpressionontheretinaofauntCelia’seye！ThoughIhavebeenunderherfeetfortendays，sheneveryethasobservedme。Thisabsent—mindednessofhersservesmeillnow，butitmayproveablessinglateron。
SHE
OXFORD，June12
TheMitre。
ItwashereinOxfordthatagrainofcommonsenseenteredthebrainoftheflowerofchivalry。Youmightcallitthedawnofreason。
WehadspentpartofthemorninginHighStreet，"thenoblestoldstreetinEngland，"asourdearHawthornecallsit。AsWordsworthhadwrittenasonnetaboutit，auntCeliawasarmedforthefray，——avolumeofWordsworthinonehand，andoneofHawthorneintheother。
（IwishBaedekerdidn’tgivesuchfullinformationaboutwhatoneoughttoreadbeforeonecanapproachtheseplacesinaproperspirit。）WhenwehaddoneHighStreet，wewenttoMagdalenCollege，andsatdownonabenchinAddison’sWalk，whereauntCeliaproceededtostoremymindwiththeprincipalfactsofAddison’scareer，andhisinfluenceontheliteratureofthesomethingorothercentury。Thecrammingprocessover，wewanderedalong，andcameupon"him"sketchingashadycornerofthewalk。
AuntCeliawentupbehindhim，and，VanTyckthoughsheis，shecouldnotrestrainheradmirationofhiswork。Iwassurprisedmyself:Ididn’tsupposesogoodlookingayouthcoulddosuchgoodwork。Iretiredtoasafedistance，andtheychattedtogether。Heofferedherthesketch；sherefusedtotakeadvantageofhiskindness。Hesaidhewould"dashoff"anotherthatevening，andbringittoourhotel，——"sogladtodoanythingforafellow—
countryman，"etc。Ipeepedfrombehindatreeandsawhimgiveherhiscard。Itwasanawfulmoment；Itrembled，butshereaditwithunmistakableapproval，andgavehimherownwithanexpressionthatmeant，"Yoursisgood，butbeatthatifyoucan！"
Shecalledtome，andIappeared。Mr。JohnQuincyCopley，Cambridge，waspresentedtoherniece，MissKatharineSchuyler，NewYork。Itwasover，andaverysmallthingtotakesolongabout，too。
Heisanarchitect，andofcoursehasasmoothpathintoauntCelia’saffections。Theologicalstudents，ministers，missionaries，heroes，andmartyrsshemaydistrust，butarchitectsnever！
"Heisanarchitect，mydearKatharine，andheisaCopley，"shetoldmeafterwards。"IneverknewaCopleywhowasnotrespectable，andmanyofthemhavebeenmore。"
Aftertheintroductionwasover，auntCeliaaskedhimguilelesslyifhehadvisitedanyotheroftheEnglishcathedrals。Anyothers，indeed！Thistoayouthwhohadbeenallbutinherlapforafortnight！Itwasablow，butheralliedbravely，and，withanamusedlookinmydirection，replieddiscreetlythathehadvisitedmostofthematonetimeoranother。IrefusedtolethimseethatIhadevernoticedhimbefore；thatis，particularly。
Memoranda:"Theverystonesandmortarofthishistorictownseemimpregnatedwiththespiritofrestfulantiquity。"（ExtractfromoneofauntCelia’sletters。）AmongthegreatmenwhohavestudiedherearethePrinceofWales，DukeofWellington，Gladstone，SirRobertPeel，SirPhilipSidney，WilliamPenn，JohnLocke，thetwoWesleys，Ruskin，BenJonson，andThomasOtway。（LookOtwayup。）
HE
OXFORD，June13
TheAngel。
Ihavedoneit，andifIhadn’tbeenafoolandacowardImighthavedoneitaweekago，andsparedmyselfagooddealofdelicioustorment。IhavejustgiventwohourstoasketchofAddison’sWalkandcarriedittoauntCeliaattheMitre。Object，tofindoutwhethertheymakealongstayinLondon（ournextpoint），andifsowhere。Itseemstheygodirectlythrough。Isaidinthecourseofconversation，"SoMissSchuyleriswillingtoforegoaLondonseason？Marvelousself—denial！"
"MyniecedidnotcometoEuropeforaLondonseason，"repliedMissVanTyck。"WegothroughLondonthistimemerelyasacathedraltown，simplybecauseitchancestobewhereitisgeographically。
WeshallvisitSt。Paul’sandWestminsterAbbey，andthengodirectlyon，thatourchainofimpressionsmayhaveabsolutecontinuityandbefreefromanydisturbingelements。"
Oh，butsheislovely，isauntCelia！
LINCOLN，June20
TheBlackBoyInn。
Iamstoppingatabeastlylittlehole，whichhastheonemeritofbeingoppositeMissSchuyler’slodgings。Mysketch—bookhasdeterioratedinartisticvalueduringthelasttwoweeks。Manyofitspages，whileinterestingtomeasreminiscences，willhardlydoforfamilyorstudioexhibition。IfIshouldlabelthem，theresultwouldbesomethinglikethis:—
1。SketchofafootstoolanddeskwhereIfirstsawMissSchuylerkneeling。
2。Sketchofacarved—oakchair，MissSchuylersittinginit。
3。"AngelChoir。"HeadsofMissSchuylerintroducedintothecarving。
4。Altarscreen。FulllengthfigureofMissSchuylerholdinglilies。
5。Tombofabishop，whereItiedMissSchuyler’sshoe。
6。Tombofanotherbishop，whereIhadtotieitagainbecauseI
diditsobadlythefirsttime。
7。Sketchoftheshoe；theshoe—lacewornoutwithmuchtying。
8。Sketchoftheblessedvergerwhocalledher"madam，"whenwewerewalkingtogether。
9。Sketchofherblushwhenhedidittheprettiestthingintheworld。
10。SketchofJ。Q。Copleycontemplatingtheruinsofhisheart。
"Howarethemightyfallen！"
SHE
LINCOLN，June22
AtMissBrown’s，CastleGarden。
Mr。CopleyHASdonesomethingintheworld；Iwassurethathehad。
Hehasalittleincomeofhisown，butheistooproudandambitioustobeanidler。Helookedsomanlywhenhetalkedaboutit，standingupstraightandstronginhisknickerbockers。Ilikemeninknickerbockers。AuntCeliadoesn’t。Shesaysshedoesn’tseehowawell—brought—upCopleycangoaboutwithhislegsinthatcondition。IwouldgiveworldstoknowhowauntCeliaeverunbentsufficientlytogetengaged。But，asIwassaying，Mr。Copleyhasaccomplishedsomething，youngasheis。Hehasbuiltthreepicturesquesuburbanchurchessuitableforweddings，andastatelunaticasylum。
AuntCeliasaysweshallhavenoworthyarchitectureuntileverybuildingismadeanexquisitelysincererepresentationofitsdeepestpurpose，——asymbol，asitwere，ofitsindwellingmeaning。
Ishouldthinkitwouldbeverydifficulttodesignalunaticasylumonthatbasis，butIdidn’tdaresayso，asMr。Copleyseemedtothinkitallright。Theirconversationisabsolutelysublimatedwhentheygettotalkingofarchitecture。IhavejustcopiedtwoquotationsfromEmerson，andamstudyingthemeverynightforfifteenminutesbeforeIgotosleep。I’mgoingtoquotethemsometimeoffhand，justaftermorningservice，whenwearewanderingaboutthecathedralgrounds。Thefirstisthis:"TheGothiccathedralisablossominginstone，subduedbytheinsatiabledemandofharmonyinman。Themountainofgranitebloomsintoaneternalflower，withthelightnessanddelicatefinishaswellastheaerialproportionandperspectiveofvegetablebeauty。"Thenwhenhehasrecoveredfromtheshockofthis，hereismysecond:"NorcananyloverofnatureentertheoldpilesofOxfordandEnglishcathedralswithoutfeelingthattheforestoverpoweredthemindofthebuilder，andthathischisel，hissawandplane，stillreproduceditsferns，itsspikesofflowers，itslocust，elm，pine，andspruce。"
Memoranda:LincolnchoirisanexampleofEarlyEnglishorFirstPointed，whichcangenerallybetoldfromsomethingelsebyboldprojectingbuttressesanddog—toothmouldingroundtheabacusses。
（Thepluralismyown，anditdoesnotlookright。）LincolnCastlewasthesceneofmanyprolongedsieges，andwasoncetakenbyOliverCromwell。
HE
YORK，June24
TheBlackSwan。
KittySchuyleristheconcentratedessenceoffemininewitchery。
Intuitionstrong，logicweak，andthetwoqualitiessobalancedastoproduceanindefinablecharm；will—powerlarge，butdocilityequal，ifamaniscleverenoughtoknowhowtomanageher；
knowledgeoffactsabsolutelynil，butsheisexquisitelyintelligentinspiteofit。Shehasawayofevading，escaping，eluding，andthengivesyouanintoxicatinghintofsuddenandcompletesurrender。Sheisdivinelyinnocent，butroguishnesssavesherfrominsipidity。Herlooks？Shelooksasyouwouldimagineapersonmightlookwhopossessedthesegraces；andsheisworthlookingat，thougheverytimeIdoitIhavearushoflovetothehead。Whenyoufindagirlwhocombinesallthequalitiesyouhaveimaginedintheideal，andwhohasaddedadozenortwoonherownaccount，merelytodistractyoupastallhope，whystandupandtrytoresisthercharm？Downonyourkneeslikeaman，sayI！
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I’mgettingtoadoreauntCelia。Ididn’tcareforheratfirst，butsheissodeliciouslyblind！AnythingmoreexquisitelyunserviceableasachaperonIcan’timagine。Absorbedinantiquity，sheignoresthebabbleofcontemporaneouslovers。ThatanymancouldlookatKittywhenhecouldlookatacathedralpasseshercomprehension。Idonotpresumetoogreatlyonherabsent—
mindedness，however，lestsheshouldturnunexpectedlyandrendme。
IalwaysrememberthatinscriptiononthebacksofthelittlemechanicalFrenchtoys，——"Quoiqu’ellesoittressolidementmontee，ilfautnepasbrutaliserlamachine。"
AndsomycourtshipprogressesunderauntCelia’sverynose。Isay"progresses，"butitisimpossibletospeakwithanycertaintyofcourting，fortheessenceofthatgentlecraftishope，rootedinlaborandtrainedbylove。
Isetouttoproposetoherduringservicethisafternoonbywritingmyfeelingsonthefly—leafofthehymn—book，orsomethinglikethat；butIknewthatauntCeliawouldneverforgivesuchblasphemy，andIthoughtthatKittyherselfmightconsideritwicked。Besides，ifsheshouldchancetoacceptme，therewasnothingIcoulddo，inacathedral，torelievemyfeelings。No；ifsheeveracceptsme，I
wishittobeinalarge，vacantspotoftheuniverse，peopledbytwoonly，andthosetwosoindistinguishablyblended，asitwere，thattheywouldappearasonetothecasualobserver。SoI
practicedrepression，thoughthewallofmyreserveisworntothethinnessofthread—paper，andItriedtokeepmymindonthedroningminorcanon，andnottolookather，"forthatwaymadnesslies。"
SHE
YORK，June26
HighPetersgateStreet。
Mytasteissobad！Ijustbegintorealizeit，andIamfeelingmy"growingpains，"likeGwendolenin"DanielDeronda。"IadmiredthestainedglassintheLincolnCathedral，especiallytheNurembergwindow。IthoughtMr。Copleylookedpained，buthesaidnothing。
WhenIwenttomyroom，Ilookedinabookandfoundthatalltheglassinthatcathedralisverymodernandverybad，andtheNurembergwindowistheworstofall。AuntCeliasaysshehopesthatitwillbeawarningtometoreadbeforeIspeak；butMr。
Copleysaysno，thattheworldwouldlosemoreinonewaythanitwouldgainintheother。Itriedmyquotationsthismorning，andstuckfastinthemiddleofthefirst。
Mr。CopleysaysthatauntCeliahasbeenfeeingthevergersaltogethertoomuch，andIwroteasongaboutitcalled"TheBalladoftheVergersandtheFoolishVirgin，"whichIsangtomyguitar。
Mr。Copleysaysitisclevererthananythingheeverdidwithhispencil，butofcoursehesaysthatonlytobeagreeable。
Weallwenttoaneveningservicelastnight。Cominghome，auntCeliawalkedaheadwithMrs。Benedict，whokeepsturningupatthemostunexpectedmoments。She’sgoingtobuildaGothickymemorialchapelsomewhere。Idon’tknowforwhom，unlessit’sforBenedictArnold。Idon’tlikeherintheleast，butfouriscertainlyamorecomfortablenumberthanthree。IscarcelyeverhaveamomentalonewithMr。Copley；forgowhereIwillanddowhatIplease，auntCeliahasthemostperfectconfidenceinmyindiscretion，sosheisalwaysenevidence。
JustaswewereturningintothequietlittlestreetwherewearelodgingIsaid，"Ohdear，IwishthatIknewsomethingaboutarchitecture！"
"Ifyoudon’tknowanythingaboutit，youarecertainlyresponsibleforagooddealofit，"saidMr。Copley。
"I？Howdoyoumean？"Iaskedquiteinnocently，becauseIcouldn’tseehowhecouldtwistsucharemarkasthatintoanythinglikesentiment。
"IhaveneverbuiltsomanycastlesinmylifeassinceI’veknownyou，MissSchuyler，"hesaid。
"Oh，"IansweredaslightlyasIcould，"air—castlesdon’tcount。"
"Thebuildingofair—castlesisaninnocentamusementenough，I
suppose，"hesaid，"butI’mcommittingthefollyoflivinginmine。
I"—
ThenIwasfrightened。When，allatonce，youfindyouhavesomethingpreciousyouonlydimlysuspectedwastobeyours，youalmostwishithadn’tcomesosoon。ButjustatthatmomentMrs。
Benedictcalledtous，andcametrampingbackfromthegate，andhookedhersupercilious，patronizingarminMr。Copley’s，andaskedhimintothesitting—roomtotalkoverthe"ladychapel"inhernewmemorialchurch。ThenauntCeliatoldmetheywouldexcuseme，asI
hadhadawearisomeday；andtherewasnothingformetodobuttogotobed，likeasnubbedchild，andwonderifIshouldeverknowtheendofthatsentence。AndIlistenedattheheadofthestairs，shivering，butallthatIcouldhearwasthatMrs。BenedictaskedMr。Copleytobeherownarchitect。Herarchitectindeed！Thatwomanoughtnottobeatlarge！
DURHAM，July15
AtFarmerHendry’s。
WeleftYorkthismorning，andarrivedhereabouteleveno’clock。
Itseemsthereissomesortofanelectiongoingoninthetown，andtherewasnotasingleflyatthestation。Mr。Copleywalkedaboutineverydirection，butneitherhorsenorvehiclewastobehadforlovenormoney。Atlastwestartedtowalktothevillage，Mr。
Copleysoladenwithourhand—luggagethatheresembledapack—mule。
Wemadeatouroftheinns，butnotasingleroomwastobehad，notforthatnightnorforthreedaysahead，onaccountofthatsameelection。
"Hadn’twebettergoontoEdinburgh，auntCelia？"Iasked。
"Edinburgh？Never！"shereplied。"DoyousupposethatIwouldvoluntarilyspendaSundayinthosebarePresbyterianchurchesuntilthememoryofthesepastidealweekshasfadedalittlefrommymemory？What，leaveoutDurhamandspoiltheset？"（Shespokeofthecathedralsasiftheyweresouvenirspoons。）"Iintendedtostayhereforaweekormore，andwriteuparecordofourentiretripfromWinchesterwhiletheimpressionswerefreshinmymind。"
"AndIhadintendeddoingthesamething，"saidMr。Copley。"Thatis，Ihopedtofinishoffmyprevioussketches，whichareinafrightfulstateofincompletion，andspendagooddealoftimeontheinteriorofthiscathedral，whichisunusuallybeautiful。"（AtthisjunctureauntCeliadisappearedforamomenttoaskthebarmaidif，inheropinion，theconstantconsumptionofmaltliquorspreventsamoredangerousindulgenceinbrandyandwhiskey。Sheisgatheringstatistics，butasthebarmaidscannevercollecttheirthoughtswhiletheyaredrawingale，auntCeliaproceedsslowly。）
"Formypart，"saidI，withmockhumility，"Iamadocilepersonwhoneverhasanyintentionsofherown，butwhoyieldsherselfsweetlytotheintentionsofotherpeopleinherimmediatevicinity。"
"Areyou？"askedMr。Copley，takingouthispencil。
"Yes，Isaidso。Whatareyoudoing？"
"Merelytakingnoteofyourstatement，that’sall。——Now，MissVanTyck，Ihaveaplantopropose。IwasherelastsummerwithacoupleofHarvardmen，andwelodgedatafarmhousehalfamilefromthecathedral。Ifyouwillstepintothecoffee—roomoftheShoulderofMuttonandCauliflowerforanhour，I’llwalkuptoFarmerHendry’sandseeiftheywilltakeusin。Ithinkwemightbefairlycomfortable。"
"CanauntCeliahaveApollinarisandblackcoffeeafterhermorningbath？"Iasked。
"Ihope，Katharine，"saidauntCeliamajestically，——"IhopethatI
canaccommodatemyselftocircumstances。IfMr。Copleycansecurelodgingsforus，Ishallbemorethangrateful。"
Sohereweare，alllodgingtogetherinanidealEnglishfarmhouse。
Thereisathatchedroofononeoftheoldbuildings，andthedairyhouseiscoveredwithivy，andFarmerHendry’swifemakesarealEnglishcourtesy，andthereareherdsofbeautifulsleekDurhamcattle，andthebutterandcreamandeggsandmuttonaredelicious；
andInever，neverwanttogohomeanymore。Iwanttolivehereforever，andwavetheAmericanflagonWashington’sbirthday。
IamsohappythatIfeelasifsomethingweregoingtospoilitall。Twentyyearsoldto—day！Iwishmammawerealivetowishmemanyhappyreturns。
Memoranda:Casualremarkforbreakfasttableorperhapsforluncheon，——itisatrifleheavyforbreakfast:"SincethesixteenthcenturyanddespitetheworkofInigoJonesandthegreatWren（notJennyWren——Christopher），architecturehashad，inEnglandespecially，nolegitimatedevelopment。"
HE
DURHAM，July19
Ochildoffortune，thynameisJ。Q。Copley！Howdidithappentobeelectiontime？Whydidtheinnschancetobefull？HowdidauntCeliarelaxsufficientlytoallowmetofindheralodging？Whydidshefallinlovewiththelodgingwhenfound？Idonotknow。I
onlyknowFatesmiles；thatKittyandIeatourmorningbaconandeggstogether；thatIcarveKitty’scoldbeefandpourKitty’ssparklingaleatluncheon；thatIgotovesperswithKitty，anddinewithKitty，andwalkinthegloamingwithKitty——andauntCelia。
Andafteradayofheavenlikethis，likeLornaDoone’slover，——ay，andlikeeveryotherlover，Isuppose，——Igotosleep，andtheroofabovemeswarmswithangels，havingKittyunderit！
Wewerecominghomefromafternoonservice，KittyandI。（Iamanticipatingforshewas"MissSchuyler"then，butnevermind。）Wewerewalkingthroughthefields，whileMrs。BenedictandauntCeliaweredriving。Aswecameacrossacornerofthebitofmeadowlandthatjoinsthestableandthegarden，weheardamuffledroar，andaswelookedroundwesawacreaturewithtossinghornsandwavingtailmakingforus，headdown，eyesflashing。Kittygaveashriek。
Wechancedtobenearapairoflowbars。Ihadn’tbeenacollegeathletefornothing。IswungKittyoverthebars，andjumpedafterher。Butshe，notknowinginherfrightwhereshewasnorwhatshewasdoing；supposing，also，thatthemadcreature，likethevillainintheplay，would"stillpursueher，"flungherselfbodilyintomyarms，crying，"Jack！Jack！Saveme！"
"ItwasthefirsttimeshehadcalledmeJack，"andIneedednosecondinvitation。Iproceededtosaveher，——intheusualway，byholdinghertomyheartandkissingherlovelyhairreassuringly，asImurmured:"Youaresafe，mydarling；notahairofyourpreciousheadshallbehurt。Don’tbefrightened。"
Sheshiveredlikealeaf。"Iamfrightened，"shesaid。"Ican’thelpbeingfrightened。Hewillchaseus，Iknow。Whereishe？
Whatishedoingnow？"
LookinguptodetermineifIneedabbreviatethisblissfulmoment，I
sawtheenragedanimaldisappearinginthesidedoorofthebarn；
anditwasanice，comfortableDurhamcow，——thatsomewhatrarebutpossiblething，asportivecow！
"Ishegone？"breathedKittyfrommywaistcoat。
"Yes，heisgone——sheisgone，darling。Butdon’tmove；itmaycomeagain。"
MyfirsttoohastyassurancehadcalmedKitty’sfears，andsheraisedhercharmingflushedfacefromitsretreatandpreparedtowithdraw。Ididnotfacilitatethepreparations，andamomentofawkwardsilenceensued。
"MightIinquire，"Iasked，"ifthedearlittlepersonatpresentreposinginmyarmswillstaythere（withintervalsforrestandrefreshment）fortherestofhernaturallife？"
Shewithdrewentirelynow，allbutherhand，andhereyessoughttheground。
"IsupposeIshallhavetonow，——thatis，ifyouthink——atleast，I
supposeyoudothink——atanyrate，youlookasifyouwerethinking—
—thatthishasbeengivingyouencouragement。"
"Idoindeed，——decisive，undoubted，barefacedencouragement。"
"Idon’tthinkIoughttobejudgedasifIwereinmysobersenses，"shereplied。"Iwasfrightenedwithinaninchofmylife。
ItoldyouthismorningthatIwasdreadfullyafraidofbulls，especiallymadones，andItoldyouthatmynursefrightenedme，whenIwasachild，withawfulstoriesaboutthem，andthatIneveroutgrewmychildishterror。Ilookedeverywhereabout:thebarnwastoofar，thefencetoohigh，Isawhimcoming，andtherewasnothingbutyouandtheopencountry；ofcourseItookyou。Itwasverynatural，I’msure，——anygirlwouldhavedoneit。"
"Tobesure，"Irepliedsoothingly，"anygirlwouldhaverunafterme，asyousay。"
"Ididn’tsayanygirlwouldhaverunafteryou，——youneedn’tflatteryourself；andbesides，IthinkIwasreallytryingtoprotectyouaswellastogainprotection；elsewhyshouldIhavecastmyselfonyoulikeacatamount，oracatacomb，orwhateverthethingis？"
"Yes，darling，Ithankyouforsavingmylife，andIamwillingtodevotetheremainderofittoyourserviceasapledgeofmygratitude；butifyoushouldtakeuplife—savingasaprofession，dear，don’tthrowyourselfonafellowwith"—
"Jack！Jack！"shecried，puttingherhandovermylips，andgettingitwellkissedinconsequence。"Ifyouwillonlyforgetthat，andnever，nevertauntmewithitafterwards，I’ll——I’ll——well，I’lldoanythinginreason；yes，evenmarryyou！"
CANTERBURY，July31
TheRoyalFountain。
IwasneversureenoughofKitty，atfirst，todarerisktellingheraboutthatlittlemistakeofhers。SheissuchanelusivepersonthatIspendallmytimeinwooingher，andcanneverlayflatteringunctiontomysoulthatsheisreallywon。
ButafterauntCeliahadlookedupmyfamilyrecordandgivenaprovisionalconsent，andpapaSchuylerhadcabledareluctantblessing，Ididnotfeelcapableofanyfurtherself—restraint。
ItwastwilighthereinCanterbury，andweweresittingonthevine—
shadedverandaofauntCelia’slodging。Kitty’sheadwasonmyshoulder。Thereissomethingveryqueeraboutthat；whenKitty’sheadisonmyshoulder，Iamnotcapableofanyconsecutivetrainofthought。WhensheputsitthereIseestars，thenmyriadsofstars，then，oh！Ican’tbegintoenumeratethestepsbywhichecstasymountstodelirium；butatallevents，anyoperationwhichdemandsexclusiveuseoftheintellectisbeyondmeatthesetimes。StillI
gatheredmystraywitstogetherandsaid，"Kitty！"
"Yes，Jack？"
"Nowthatnothingbutdeathormarriagecanseparateus，Ihavesomethingtoconfesstoyou。"
"Yes，"shesaidserenely，"Iknowwhatyouaregoingtosay。Hewasacow。"
Iliftedherheadfrommyshouldersternly，andgazedintoherchildlike，candideyes。
"Youmountainofdeceit！Howlonghaveyouknownaboutit？"
"Eversincethefirst。Oh，Jack，stoplookingatmeinthatway！
Nottheveryfirst，notwhenI——notwhenyou——notwhenwe——no，notthen，butthenextmorningIsaidtoFarmerHendry，’Iwishyouwouldkeepyoursavagebullchainedupwhilewearehere；auntCeliaisawfullyafraidofthem，especiallythosethatgomad，likeyours！’’Lor’，miss，’saidFarmerHendry，’hehaven’tbeenpasturedhereforthreeweeks。Ikeephimsixmileaway。Thereben’tnothingbutgentlecowsinthehomemedder。’ButIdidn’tthinkthatyouknew，yousecretiveperson！Idaresayyouplannedthewholethinginadvance，inordertotakeadvantageofmyfright！"
"Never！Iamincapableofsuchanunnecessarysubterfuge！Besides，Kitty，Icouldnothavemadeanaccompliceofacow，youknow。"
"Then，"shesaid，withgreatdignity，"ifyouhadbeenagentlemanandamanofhonor，youwouldhavecried，’Unhandme，girl！Youareclingingtomeunderamisunderstanding！’"
SHE
CHESTER，August8
TheGrosvenor。
JackandIaregoingoverthissamegroundnextsummer，onourweddingtrip。Weshallsailforhomenextweek，andwehaven’thalfdonejusticetothecathedrals。Afterthefirsttwo，wesawnothingbuteachotheronageneralbackgroundofarchitecture。Ihopemymindisimproved，butoh，IamsohazyaboutallthefactsIhavereadsinceIknewJack！WinchesterandSalisburystandoutsuperblyinmymemory。Theyacquiredtheirgroundbeforeitwasoccupiedwithothermatters。Ishallneverforget，forinstance，thatWinchesterhasthelongestspireandSalisburythehighestnaveofalltheEnglishcathedrals。AndIshallneverforgetsolongasI
livethatJaneAustenandIsaacNewt—Ohdear！wasitIsaacNewtonorIzaakWaltonthatwasburiedinWinchesterandSalisbury？Tothinkthatthatinterestingfactshouldhaveslippedfrommymind，afterallthetroubleItookwithit！ButIknowthatitwasIsaacsomebody，andthathewasburiedin——well，hewasburiedinoneofthosetwoplaces。Iamnotcertainwhich，butIcanaskJack；heissuretoknow。