(Honor had forgotten the name till he began, and expected him to say Jacques's.)
We told him he had got it, but that his spelling wasn't quite as good as it had been.
Honor talked to him then about the 'Nagant' and the 'Gabrielle Horn,' all of which seemed to delight him.
We then showed him some other photographs, and the one of his dog, and asked him to spell its name, which he did without mistake—
LARRY.
He couldn't see the little photograph of the goats, as it was too small. But he saw himself in uniform—the one taken by Rosalynde and enlarged—and he seemed to like seeing that.
We talked a lot to him. I asked if he remembered his journey with me out to Italy, and the Pullman car, etc. At this he knocked very affectionately against me.
We then thought it was time for us all to go to bed. But he said No. So we went on telling him family news. He listened with interest and appreciative knocks, and he then tried his balancing trick again, sometimes with success, but often failing to get the leg right. But he did it again in the end. We tried to say good night, it being then nearly one o'clock, but he didn't seem to want to go.
We said au revoir, and told him we would see him again soon.