Puncturing her tire near Summer Street, and it being mended while
she sat very woebegone in that pretty churchyard, she saw to her
astonishment, a door open opposite and the younger Emerson man
come out. He said his father had just taken the house. He SAID he
did not know that you lived in the neighbourhood (?). He never
suggested giving Eleanor a cup of tea. Dear Lucy, I am much
worried, and I advise you to make a clean breast of his past
behaviour to your mother, Freddy, and Mr. Vyse, who will forbid
him to enter the house, etc. That was a great misfortune, and I
dare say you have told them already. Mr. Vyse is so sensitive. I
remember how I used to get on his nerves at Rome. I am very sorry
about it all, and should not feel easy unless I warned you.
"Believe me,
"Your anxious and loving cousin,
Charlotte."
Lucy was much annoyed, and replied as follows:
"Beauchamp Mansions, S.W.
"Dear Charlotte,
"Many thanks for your warning. When Mr. Emerson forgot himself on
the mountain, you made me promise not to tell mother, because you
said she would blame you for not being always with me.
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