Percival Lowell
THE PRINCES' HOTEL, LONDON, S. W.
Thank you for your au courant letters. Just before I got here it was terribly warm for London, 80 F. But I knew nothing of it, the thermometer having sunk again before I stepped ashore.
Except in the churches you would not know that the suffragettes existed. All I have seen of them was a respectably dressed one selling "The Suffragette" at the Swan & Edgar corner of Piccadilly Circus.
On Thursday last I was the guest of the Royal Society Club—the inner circle of the Royal Society—at dinner. I sat at the right of the president of the Club, Sir Clifford Allbutt, and Sir David Prain, the Director of the Royal Gardens, Kew, on mine. After the sweets and the regulation toasts, they got me to talk; and I showed them some of the slides, passed round the table. Tonight I dine with Prof. Boys at his club, the Saville. Thursday I leave for the Hotel Chatham, Paris.
Dr. Slipher's cable arrived very apropos "Spectrograms show Virgo Nebula rotating."
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