Finch should accompany us as your medical attendant. His addled brains are crammed with the wildest and most ignorant superstitions. I gathered from him that she was buried by the parish in the usual way. What is his creed. He seems to think that the model he has lost is a spirit (or spiritual body, to use his own jargon) sent the best of bso him by the best of bso artistic-minded spirits for entirely artistic purposes, but snatched from him now by the mean jealousy of the same spirit-world. I thanked him for his kindness, but told him I must return at once.