'Oh,' she said, 'I am just writing down one or two things Mr.Tottenham said about Agra before I forget them.

They seemed so true.' 'He has a descriptive touch,' I remarked.
'I think he describes beautifully.

Would you like to hear what he said today ?' 'I would,' I replied, sincerely.
'"Agra,"' read this astonishing young lady, '"is India's one pure idyll.
Elsewhere she offers other things, foolish opulence, tawdry pageant, treachery of eunuchs and jealousies of harems, thefts of kings' jewels and barbaric retributions; but they are all actual, visualized, or part of a past that shows to the backward glance hardly more relief and vitality than a Persian painting"-- I should like to see a Persian painting--"but here the immortal tombs and pleasure-houses rise out of colour delicate and subtle; the vision holds across three hundred years; the print of the court is still in the dust of the city."' 'Did you really let him go on like that ?' I exclaimed.

'It has the license of a lecture!' 'I encouraged him to.

Of course he didn't say it straight off.