There after a few days we persuaded her to accompany us to Ilfracombe, where we spent some very enjoyable summer weeks.

What I remember chiefly in connection with that pleasant time, was idling rambles over the rocks and the Capstone Hill, in company with Mrs.Coker and her sister Miss Aubrey, the daughters of that Major A.who needs to the whist-playing world no further commemoration.

The former of them was the wife and mother of Wykehamists (founder's kin), and both were very charming women.

Ilfracombe was in those days an unpretending sort of fishing village.

There was no huge "Ilfracombe Hotel," and the Capstone Hill was not strewed with whitey-brown biscuit bags and the fragments of bottles, nor continually vocal with nigger minstrels and ranting preachers.