A Suspicion
It is possibly too much to expect—upon the principle of “trumps not turning up twice”—but Mr. Whistler does hope that Mr. Hamerton’s letter to the New York Tribune will be as funny as his note to Mr. Whistler, which has just been forwarded from London.
Venice, Oct. 7.
Café Florian, Place San Marc.
Pardon! Is Mr. Whistler right in supposing, from the droll little irritation shown in Mr. Hamerton’s note, that Mr. Hamerton is perhaps—another “Art Critic”?