thunder over it all, as unexpectedly
as terribly.

To-morrow I am to go and hear afternoon service at the minster, which I
have never seen. Everything is done for my pleasure and satisfaction
that can be thought of, and I feel very grateful for it. The thought of
the old love and friendship between my dead kindred and the former
owners of this house makes the place pleasant with a saddish
pleasantness to me.

Dear Dorothy, I wish you were here; I write you a very affectionate
kiss, and am

Yours,
FANNY.

GEORGE HOTEL, BANGOR, Monday, 20th.
MY DEAREST HAL,

If you had given way to your impulse of accompanying us to Wales, I do
not think you could have returned under three days, or that even by that
time you could in any degree have recovered from the effect of our
to-day's passage. Every creature on board was sick except M---- and
myself....

"A quelque chose malheur est bon," and the indisposition I was suffering
all yesterday preserved me from the lesser evil of sea-sickness. This
was my experience the last time I crossed the Atlantic, when my voyage
was preceded by a week of serious illness, and during the whole passage
I did not suffer from sea-sickness....

On our arrival here, we found that the excellent Miss Roberts [mistress
of the charming hotel at Bangor] had treated us exactly as the last
time; _i.e._, "A party were just finishing dinner in our sitting-room.
She was very sorry, very sorry indeed; but it would be ready for us in
less than a quarter of an hour;" and we were thrust provisionally into
another, where letters, books, workboxes, india-rubber shoes, and
smoking-caps attested that we had no business, and suggested that their
owners were in all probability the "party" finishing off their dinner in
our bespoken apartment, which gave me an inclination to toss all the
things in the room about, and poke the smoking-caps into the
india-rubber shoes; but I didn't. What innumerable temptations I do
resist! I assured Miss Roberts I was very ill-tempered, and proceeded to
make assurance doubly sure by blowing her up sky-high, to which she
merely replied with a Welsh "Eh! come si ha da far?" and declared that
if I was in her place I should do just the same, which excited my wrath
to a pitch of fury.

We had some lunch, and then set off to the quarries. The afternoon wa