He advises me to cane the boys. This also I refuse to do.
15th September, 1873.
I cannot stand this life any longer. I will return to France if things do not take a brighter turn.
I leave Mr. R. and his "Dotheboys Hall."
At the station I meet the clergyman. He had more than once spoken to me a few kind words. He asks me where I am going.
"To London, and to Paris next, I hope," I reply.
"Are you in a hurry to go back?"
"Not particularly; but——"
"Well, will you do my wife and myself the pleasure of spending a few days with us at the Vicarage? We shall be delighted if you will."