My poor old cabman; his one horse made me three-quarters of an hour too late for dinner, but I had not the heart to discharge him and take another. Poor soul, he was so pleased with his pourboire, I have made Madame Zassetsky promise to employ him often; so he will be something the better for me, little as he will know it.
I have read Ordered South; it is pretty decent I think, but poor, stiff, limping stuff at best—not half so well straightened up as Roads. However the stuff is good.
God help us all, this is a rough world: address Hotel St. Romain, rue St. Roch, Paris. I draw the line: a chapter finished.—Ever your faithful friend,
Robert Louis Stevenson.
The line.
That bit of childishness has made me laugh, do you blame me?
[7] See Scott himself, in the preface to the Author’s edition.