Say—are you dead again? And did you go to the Tile Club dinner in New York? I should have gone, sure, if my wife had had two husbands, so one could stay here & give the medicine. I’ve read the Feb. Undiscovered, & it is perfectly wrote—as Susy says.— What a master hand you are to hand jabber the nauseating professional slang of spiritism—it flows from you like your native language. I see that that poor old man & that poor girl are going to pain me more & more, to the end.

Supper? Well, then, I must cut short & go.

I didn’t dare to sign the enclosed article—the histories are too thinly disguised.

We reach Hartford next Saturday—leave here Tuesday & take 2 days to go to New York, & stay there a day or two.