e to ask you for food and having him sent
away. Burdett-Coutts heard of my being here in the papers and wrote me
to dine with him tonight. I lunched with the Tennants today; no
relation to Mrs. Stanley, and it was informal and funny rather. The
Earl of Spender was there and Lord Pembroke and a lot of women. They
got up and walked about and changed places and seemed to know one
another better than we do at home. I think I will go down to Oxford
for Whitsuntide, which is a heathen institution here which sends
everyone away just as I want to meet them.

I haven't written anything yet. I find it hard to do so. I think I
would rather wait until I get home for the most of it. Chas. will be
here in less than a week now and we will have a good time. I have
planned it out for days. He must go to Oxford and meet those boys, and
then, if he wishes, on to Eastnor, which I learn since my return is one
of the show places of England. I am enjoying myself, it is needless to
say, very much, and am well and happy.

DICK.

During these first days in England Richard spent much of his time at
Eastnor, Lady Brownlow's place in Lincolnshire, and one of the most
beautiful estates in England. Harry Cust, to whom my brother
frequently refers in his letters, was the nephew of Lady Brownlow, and
a great friend of Richard's. At that time Cust was the Conservative
nominee for Parliament from Lincolnshire, and Richard took a most
active part in the campaign. Happily, we were both at Lady Brownlow's
during its last few tense days, as well as on the day the votes were
counted, and Cust was elected by a narrow margin. Of our thrilling
adventures Richard afterward wrote at great length in "Our English
Cousins."

LONDON, July 6, 1892.

DEAR MOTHER:

On the Fourth of July, Lady Brownlow sent into town and had a big
American flag brought out and placed over the house, which was a great
compliment, as it was seen and commented on for miles around. Cushing
of Boston, a very nice chap and awfully handsome, is there, too. The
same morning I went out to photograph the soldiers, and Lord William
Frederick, who is their colonel, charged them after me whenever I
appeared. It seems he has a sense of humor and liked the idea of
making an American run on the Fourth of July from Red-coats. I doubt
if the five hundred men who were not on horseback thought it as funny.
They chased me till I thought I would die. The Conservative member for