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He is an American--Grey Jerrold, from Boston--and the
right sort of a fellow, too: not a bit of a cad, if he did thrash me
unmercifully the first time I ever saw him. He served me just right,
and we are great friends now. He was at Eton with me and at Oxford,
too, and took the wind out of all our sails in both places. No sneak
about him, and though he seems more English than American from
having lived with us so long, he would knock me down now if I were
to say a word against his star spangled banner. His father and
mother are in Boston, and he has crossed, I don't know how many
times, mostly, I think, to see an old Aunt Hannah, whom he seems to
worship, and whose photograph he actually kissed the day he got it
at Eton. Such an old fashioned woman, too, as she must be, judging
from her dress and hair; but such a sweet, patient, sorry face, with
an expression about the mouth like you when 'la petite madame' is
under discussion. I hear she is at Monte Carlo still.


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