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we had asked her to meet us there. She
answered as follows:—
‘My Dearest Ann Charlotte,—I have
just received your kind letter. You cannot
imagine how I should like to start at once and
meet you in Switzerland, and how I should
enjoy climbing the Alps with you. I quite
realise the pleasure it would have been, and
what happy weeks we might have spent together.
Unfortunately, many reasons retain me here, one
more stupid than the other. First of all, I have
promised to stay till the 1st of August, and
though it is my principle that man is above his
word, old prejudices are so strong with me that
I always hesitate to carry out my theories; so,
instead of being the mistress, I become the
slave of my word.
‘ . . . Your brother, who indeed knows and
judges me very well (though we must not tell him
so, as it would flatter his vanity too much), has
often said that I am very impressionable, and
that I am always guided by the impulse of the
moment. In Stockholm, where I am looked
upon as a champion of women’s rights, I
usually think that it is my greatest and absolute
duty to cultivate my genius. But I humbly
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