Hotel Kursaal, Maloja, September 2, 1888. My dear Foster, A sharp fall of snow has settled our minds, which have been long wavering about future plans, and we leave this for Menaggio, Hotel Vittoria, on Thursday next, 6th. [He did not ultimately leave till the 22nd.] All the wiseacres tell us that there are fresher breezes (vento di Lecco) at Menaggio than anywhere else in the Como country, and at any rate we are going to try whether we can exist there. If it does not answer, we will leave a note for you there to say where we are gone. It would be very jolly to forgather. I am sorry to leave this most comfortable of hotels, but I do not think that cold would suit either of us. I am marvellously well so long as I am taking sharp exercise, and I do my nine or ten miles without fatigue. It is only when I am quiet that I know that I have a heart. I do not feel at all sure how matters may be 4000 feet lower, but what I have gained is all to the good in the way of general health. In spite of all the bad weather we have had, I have nothing but praise for this place--the air is splendid, excellent walks for invalids, capital drainage, and the easiest to reach of all places 6000 feet up. My wife sends her love, and thanks Mrs. Foster for her letter, and looks forward to meeting her. Ever yours, T.H. Huxley. Wash yourself clean of all that episcopal contamination or you may infect me! [But adverse circumstances prevented the meeting.] Hotel Kursaal, Maloja, September 24, 1888. My dear Foster, As ill luck would have it, we went over to Pontresina to-day (for the first time), and have only just got back (5.30). I have just telegraphed to you. All our plans have been upset by the Fohn wind, which gave us four days' continuous downpour here--upset the roads, and flooded the Chiavenna to Colico Railway. We hear that the latter is not yet repaired. I was going to write to you at the Vittoria, but thought you could have hardly got there yet. We took rooms there a week ago, and then had to countermand them. If there are any letters kicking about for us, will you ask them to send them on? By way of an additional complication, my poor wife gave herself an unlucky strain this morning, and even if the railway is mended I do not think she will be fit to travel for two or three days. We are very disappointed. What is to be done? I am wonderfully better. So long as I am taking active exercise and the weather is dry, I am quite comfortable, and only discover that I have a heart when I am kept quiet by bad weather or get my liver out of order. Here I can walk nine or ten miles up hill and down dale without difficulty or fatigue. What I may be able to do elsewhere is doubtful. Ever yours, T.H. Huxley. It would do you and Mrs. Foster a great deal of good to come up here. Not out of your way at all! Oh dear no! Zurich, October 4, 1888. My dear Foster,