I found Baxter in Switzerland, or rather he found me, and he grabbed me by the arm and brought me here.

I was walking twenty miles a day in the Alps, drinking milk in lonely chalets, sleeping as you sleep, and thinking it was all very good fun; but Baxter told me it would never do, that the Alps were 'd----d rot,' that Baden-Baden was the place, and that if I knew what was good for me I would come along with him.

It is a wonderful place, certainly, though, thank the Lord, Baxter departed last week, blaspheming horribly at trente et quarante.

But you know all about it and what one does--what one is liable to do.

I have succumbed, in a measure, to the liabilities, and I wish I had some one here to give me a thundering good blowing up.