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Peterborough, June 19.
A few more days of this modern Love Chase will unfit me for professional work. Tried to draw the roof of the choir, a good specimen of early Perp., and failed. Studied the itinerary again to see if it had any unsuspected suggestions in cipher. No go! York and Durham were double-starred by the Aunt Celia’s curate as places for long stops. Perhaps we shall meet again there.
Lincoln, June 22,
The Black Boy Inn.
I am stopping at a beastly little hole, which has the one merit of being opposite Miss Schuyler’s lodgings, for I have found her at last. My sketch-book has deteriorated in artistic value during the last two weeks. Many of its pages, while interesting [p55] to me as reminiscences, will hardly do for family or studio exhibition. If I should label them, the result would be something like this:
1. Sketch of a footstool and desk where I first saw Miss Schuyler kneeling.
2. Sketch of a carved oak chair, Miss Schuyler sitting in it.
3. ‘Angel choir.’ Heads of Miss Schuyler introduced into the carving.
4. Altar screen. A row of full-length Miss Schuylers holding lilies.
5. Tomb of a bishop, where I tied Miss Schuyler’s shoe.