"I am making a little excursion from the Engadine,my dearest of all dear friends.Two charming fellow-travelers take care of me;and we may perhaps get as far as the Lake of Como.
"My sister (already much improved in health)remains at St.
Moritz with the old governess.The moment I know what exact course we are going to take,I shall write to Julia to forward any letters which arrive in my absence.My life,in this earthly paradise,will be only complete when I hear from my darling Emily.
"In the meantime,we are staying for the night at some interesting place,the name of which I have unaccountably forgotten;and here I am in my room,writing to you at last--dying to know if Sir Jervis has yet thrown himself at your feet,and offered to make you Lady Redwood with magnificent settlements.
"But you are waiting to hear who my new friends are.My dear,one of them is,next to yourself,the most delightful creature in existence.Society knows her as Lady Janeaway.I love her already,by her Christian name;she is my friend Doris.And she reciprocates my sentiments.
"You will now understand that union of sympathies made us acquainted with each other.
"If there is anything in me to be proud of,I think it must be my admirable appetite.And,if I have a passion,the name of it is Pastry.Here again,Lady Doris reciprocates my sentiments.We sit next to each other at the table d'hote.
"Good heavens,I have forgotten her husband!They have been married rather more than a month.Did I tell you that she is just two years older than I am?
"I declare I am forgetting him again!He is Lord Janeaway.Such a quiet modest man,and so easily amused.He carries with him everywhere a dirty little tin case,with air holes in the cover.
He goes softly poking about among bushes and brambles,and under rocks,and behind old wooden houses.When he has caught some hideous insect that makes one shudder,he blushes with pleasure,and looks at his wife and me,and says,with the prettiest lisp:
'This is what I call enjoying the day.'To see the manner in which he obeys Her is,between ourselves,to feel proud of being a woman.
"Where was I?Oh,at the table d'hote.
"Never,Emily--I say it with a solemn sense of the claims of truth--never have I eaten such an infamous,abominable,maddeningly bad dinner,as the dinner they gave us on our first day at the hotel.I ask you if I am not patient;I appeal to your own recollection of occasions when I have exhibited extraordinary self-control.My dear,I held out until they brought the pastry round.I took one bite,and committed the most shocking offense against good manners at table that you can imagine.My handkerchief,my poor innocent handkerchief,received the horrid--please suppose the rest.My hair stands on end,when Ithink of it.Our neighbors at the table saw me.The coarse men laughed.The sweet young bride,sincerely feeling for me,said,'Will you allow me to shake hands?I did exactly what you have done the day before yesterday.'Such was the beginning of my friendship with Lady Doris Janeaway.
"We are two resolute women--I mean that sheis resolute,and that I follow her--and we have asserted our right of dining to our own satisfaction,by means of an interview with the chief cook.
"This interesting person is an ex-Zouave in the French army.
Instead of making excuses,he confessed that the barbarous tastes of the English and American visitors had so discouraged him,that he had lost all pride and pleasure in the exercise of his art.As an example of what he meant,he mentioned his experience of two young Englishmen who could speak no foreign language.The waiters reported that they objected to their breakfasts,and especially to the eggs.Thereupon (to translate the Frenchman's own way of putting it)he exhausted himself in exquisite preparations of eggs.Eggs a la tripe,au gratin,a l'Aurore,a la Dauphine,a la Poulette,a la Tartare,a la Venitienne,a la Bordelaise,and so on,and so on.Still the two young gentlemen were not satisfied.The ex-Zouave,infuriated;wounded in his honor,disgraced as a professor,insisted on an explanation.What,in heaven's name,didthey want for breakfast?They wanted boiled eggs;and a fish which they called a Bloaterre.It was impossible,he said,to express his contempt for the English idea of a breakfast,in the presence of ladies.You know how a cat expresses herself in the presence of a dog--and you will understand the allusion.Oh,Emily,what dinners we have had,in our own room,since we spoke to that noble cook!
"Have I any more news to send you?Are you interested,my dear,in eloquent young clergymen?
