It was very
kind of you offering me Faulkner. Do you remember his uncle in R. N.?
Stanley will give them some bother; they cannot bear him, and in my
belief rather wished he had not come through safe. He will give them
a dose for their hard speeches. He is to blame for _writing_ what he
did (as Baker was). These things may be done, but not advertised. I
shall now conclude with kind regards,
"Yours sincerely,
"C. G. GORDON."
While Lady Burton was alone at Suez in the March of the following year
(1878), waiting to meet her husband on his return from the expedition
to Midian, Gordon arrived there. He of course hastened to make the
acquaintance of Burton's wife. He stayed a week at Suez, and during
that time Isabel and he saw one another every day. She found him "very
eccentric, but very charming. I say eccentric, until you got to know
and understand him." A warm friendship sprang up between the two, for
they had much to talk about and much in common. They were both Christian
mystics (I use the term in the highest sense); and though they differed
on many points of faith (for Isabel held that Catholicism was the highest
form of Christian mysticism, and in this Gordon did not agree with her),
they were at one in regarding religion as a vital principle and a guiding
rule of life and action. They were at one too in their love of probing
Things more true and deep
Than we mortals know.
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