1/18 CHAPTER X. "I write," it ran, "to tell you of the satisfaction that Lucille and I have found in the improvements you initiated here. I laugh--mon ami--when I think of all that you did in three days. It seems as if a strong and energetic wind--such as I imagine your English breezes to be--had blown across my old home, leaving it healthier, purer, better; leaving also those within it somewhat breathless and surprised. I suppose that many Englishmen are like you, and suspect that they will some day master the world. |