ens--and see the Princess--and the
Ducks in the water--and the little ragged boys going to bathe--and I say
'This is a glorious world!' I saw Lord--Lord--dear me! I know his name
as well as my own--Lord--Lord--Oh Lord! he believes in Tichborne--K----,
that's it--Lord K---- in the Row. He always asks after me. HE married a
woman--well. No more about that. He couldn't get a divorce. HER sister
married a parson. SHE was the mother of that poor woman--you know--who
was murdered by those people--THEY lived two streets off Derby
House--the brother--a handsome man--lived opposite Gipsey Hill Station.
You know _that_? _Well._ His wife had a bunch of curls behind (I hate
curls and bunches behind--keep your hair clean and put it up simply).
SHE--got off and so did HE. THEY--that's the parson and his wife--wrote
to Lord K---- and said 'Lady K---- is dead,' He said 'Then bury her.'
and he married again at once. SHE was a Miss A., and she said--'I marry
him because I've been told to'--but that's neither here nor there, and
these things occur. ANN! is that you? My dear, how black you are under
the eyes--DO, Julie, try and take better care of yourself--and _keep
quiet_. If I were Major Ewing I'd _thrash_ you if you didn't. Coming,
Ann!--What was it?--Oh, Lord K---- and Tichborne--well--just let me shut
the door. He IS Tichborne--but _he murdered him_. That's the secret.

"ANN! My black silk--go to my room--murdered who? why--_Castor_.

"Now try and get some sleep. If I find you with papers I'll _burn
them_. Oh! there go all the drags and Mr. M---- on the box--and there
go the 4.45, 5.15, and 5.25 to Baker St.--The days fly! But it's a
glorious life. Work! Work!--Keep quiet, dear--I shall be back
directly."

TO A.E.

_"Sheffield House," New Quay, Dartmouth._
June 4, 1874.

... The above I find is our _correct_ address, though what I sent you
is all-sufficient, especially as you can't land without our seeing you
out of our window, as we are almost within speaking distance of the
steamer....

From Exeter here the line is lovely. Half the way you run along the
shore. The fields ploughed and meadowed, and with trees, and cattle
come down to the shore. [_Sketch._]

TORBAY is in this line. The cliffs are a deep red sandstone,
the sky deep blue, and the fields deep green!! [_Sketch._]

At Dawlish, Torquay, etc. the jutting rocks of worn-away sandstone
mark the points of the little bays with fantastic looking shapes, like
petrif