We arrived here in a pour, but found cheerful fires and a very cordial welcome from that extraordinary person, “Mrs. Jack Gardner”. The house is comfortable and old-fashioned, a real “family mansion”. Mrs. Gardner’s protégé, Proctor the musician, came to dine, and then we all went to the first Symphony Concert — a glorious orchestra and indifferent or positively painful modern music, Tschaikowski, Bruneau, even Brahms not to delightful. I sat next to Mrs. Sarah Whitman, and near my old Prof. of Ethics, Josiah Royce, in whom Bob traced a strong likeness to George Moore, the philosopher. We met a beautiful Mrs. Parkman, and