20th August, 1873.
Am still at M., teaching a little French and learning a good deal of English.
Mrs. R. expresses her admiration for my fine linen, and my wardrobe is a wonder to her. From her remarks, I can see she has taken a peep inside my trunk.
Received this morning a letter from a friend in Paris. The dear fellow is very proud of his noble ancestors, and his notepaper and envelopes are ornamented with his crest and crown. The letter is handed to me by Mrs. R., who at the same time throws a significant glance at her husband. I am a mysterious person in her eyes, that is evident. She expresses her respect by discreetly placing a boiled egg on my plate at breakfast. This is an improvement, and I return thanks in petto to my noble friend in Paris.
22nd August, 1873.
Whatever may be Mr. R.'s shortcomings, he knows how to construct a well-filled time-table.
I rise at six.
From half-past six to eight I am in the class-room seeing that the boys prepare their lessons.
At eight I partake of a frugal breakfast.