80 LIFE OF PROFESSOR HUXLEY cHAP. IV 



Last Monday we migrated liere, and have had the 

 vilest weather until to-day. All yesterday it rained cats 

 and dogs. 



To-day we are off to Neuhausen (Schweitzerhof) to 

 have a look at the Rhine falls. If it is pleasant we may 

 stop there a few days. Then we go to Stuttgart, on our 

 way to Nuremberg, which neither of us have seen. We 

 shall be at the " Bavarian Hotel," and a letter wiU catch 

 us there, if you have anything to say, I daresay up to 

 the middle of the month. After that Frankfort, and 

 then home. 



We do not find long railway journeys very good for 

 either of us, and I am trying to keep within six hours at 

 a stretch. 



I am not so vigorous as I was at Maloja, but still in- 

 finitely better than when I left England. 



I hope the mosquitoes left something of you in 

 Venice. When I was there in October there were none ! 



My wife joins with me in love to Mrs. Foster and 

 yourself. — Ever yours very faithfully, 



T. H. Huxley. 



Some friendly chaff in Sir M. Foster's reply to 

 the latter contains at least a real indication of the 

 way in which Huxley became the centre of the little 

 society at the Maloja : — 



You may reflect that you have done the English 

 tourists a good service this summer. At most table d'hStes 

 in the Lakes I overheard people talking about the joys of 

 Maloja, and giving themselves great airs on account of 

 their intimacy with " Professor Huxley " ! ! 



But indeed he made several friends here, notably 

 one in an unexpected quarter. This was Father 

 StefFens, Professor of Palaeography in Freiburg 



