I have a capacity for both that is so far unsatisfied, and I am now going out in the rain to try and find the post-office.

Lots of love.
DICK.
I am well and have been well (except sea sick) since February P.S .-- A funeral is just passing the window with the corpse exposed to view as is the quaint custom here, to add to its horror they rouge the face of the corpse and everybody kisses it.

In the Greek church they burn candles for people and the number of candles I have burnt for you would light St.Paul's, and you ought to be good with so much war being expended all over Athens for you.

You buy candles instead of tipping the verger or putting it in the poor box, or because you are superstitious and think it will do some good, as I do.
Orient Express.

Somewhere in Bulgaria on the way to London.
April 14th, 1893.
DEAR MOTHER: Tuesday I wrote you a letter in the club at Constantinople telling you how glad I would be to get out of that City on April 17th on the Orient Express which only leaves twice a week on Thursdays and Mondays.