At the first stop she wrote to her father as follows:

“Dear Pa: As I knew you would never consent to my marriage with Lord Hastings, I was wedded to him to-day. I remain yours, etc.”

She wrote also to Chaplin:

“Dear Harry: When you receive this, I shall be the wife of Lord Hastings. Forget yours, very truly,

Florence.”

This poor Chaplin, who is six feet tall, and has yellow hair, is in despair.

Good-bye, dear friend. Write to me quickly.

CCLXXV

Paris, October 1, 1864.

Dear Friend: I am still here, but like a bird on the limb. I have been delayed by my proofs, and you may well understand that they need the most careful correction.