Chartres
,
8th September
(1880).
(Hôtel du Grande Monarque.)
I suppose I'm the grand Monarque! I don't know of any other going just now, but I don't feel quite the right thing without a wig. Anyhow, I'm having everything my own way just now,—weather, dinner, news from Joanie and news from Susie, only I don't like her to be so very, very sad, though it is nice to be missed so tenderly. But I do hope you will like to think of my getting some joy in old ways again, and once more exploring old streets and finding forgotten churches.
The sunshine is life and health to me, and I am gaining knowledge faster than ever I could when I was young.
This is just to say where I am, and that you might know where to write.
The cathedral here is the grandest in France, and I stay a week at least.