They are dreadful places, and such queer people." "Add to these troubles ignorance of language and coinage, the utter weariness of railway travel, the plague of customs, the trunk that won't pack, the trains that won't wait, the tiresome sight-seeing, the climatic irritability, broiling suns, headache, loneliness, fretfulness--consequently the pitiful boredom of the new husband." "Ethel, what you say is certainly too true.

I am weary to death of it all.

I want to be at Newport with mother, who is having a lovely time there.

Of course Basil is very nice to me, and yet there have been little tiffs and struggles--very gentle ones--for the mastery, which he is not going to get.

To-day he wanted me to go with him and Canon Shackleton to see something or other about the poor of London.