over 31 pounds, 10s.  It is merely the extra ten shillings that baffles you.  As regards people living on me, and the extra bedrooms:  dear boy, there is no one who would stay with me but you, and you will pay your own bill at the hotel for meals; and as for your room, the charge will be nominally 2 francs 50 centimes a night, but there will be lots of extras such as bougie, bain and hot water, and all cigarettes smoked in the bedrooms are charged extra.  And if any one does not take the extras, of course he is charged more:—­

   Bain, 25 C.

   Pas de bain, 50 C.

   Cigarette dans la chambre a coucher, 10 C. pour chaque cigarette.

   Pas de cigarette dans la chambre a coucher, 20 C. pour chaque
   cigarette.

This is the system at all good hotels.  If Reggie comes, of course he will pay a little more:  I cannot forget that he gave me a dressing-case.  Sphinxes pay a hundred per cent more than any one else—­they always did in Ancient Egypt.

But seriously, Robbie, if people stayed with me, of course they would pay their pension at the hotel.  They would have to:  except architects.  A modern architect, like modern architecture, doesn’t pay.  But then I know only one architect and you are hiding him somewhere from me.  I believe that he is as extinct as the dado, of which now only fossil remains are found, chiefly in the vicinity of Brompton, where they are sometimes discovered by workmen excavating.  They are usually embedded in the old Lincrusta Walton strata, and are rare consequently.

I visited M. le Cure {4} to-day.  He has a charming house and a jardin potager.  He showed me over the church.  To-morrow I sit in the choir by his special invitation.  He showed me all his vestments.  To-morrow he really will be charming in red.  He knows I am a heretic, and believes Pusey is still alive.  He says that God will convert England on account of England’s kindness to les pretres exiles at the time of the Revolution.  It is to be the reward of that sea-lashed island.

Stained glass windows are wanted in the church; he has only six; fourteen more are needed.  He gets them at 300 francs—­12 pounds—­a window in Paris.  I was nearly offering half a dozen, but remembered you, and so only gave him something pour les pauvres.  You had a narrow escape, Robbie.  You should be thankful.

I hope the 40 pounds is on its way, and that the 60 pounds will follow.  I am going to hire a boat.  It will save walking and so be an economy in the end.  Dear Robbie, I must start well.  If the life of St. Francis of Assissi awaits me I shall not be angry.  Worse things might happen.

Yours,

OSCAR.

—­Letter to Robert Ross.

A VISIT TO THE POPE

c/o COOK & SON, PIAZZA DI SPAGNA, ROME,

April 16th, 1900.