Sunday, 30 January.
... To bed at 5, with my “special dinner” at 7, John Francis Taylor’s meal: “Give me some milk; and let the milk be hot. And give me some bread; and let the bread be inside the milk.”
Monday, 31 January.
The Insurance herein contained is not valid until your name has been registered.
I don’t care. Yer can ’ave the insurance.
The new rich have some business visitors.
Tuesday, 1 February.
... Departure of the new riches’ little thyndicate of friends.
Arrival of the dividend on my Benson & Hedges’ 10% 2nd pref., the only shares wherein I have ever invested that have ever paid any dividend whatever. Lord, how I have moiled and toiled to sink money in stumer companies! Shrewsburry & Talbot Hansoms! Galician Oilfields! Rubber substitutes! Cork substitutes! Tampico-Panuco Deferred! United Transport Co.! In the three last I still have holdings: about £250 in all. And the things that I have inherited: thousand of dollars’ worth of Mexican (and Turkish and Hungarian and Russian) rubbish, which would barely fetch a tenner, all told!...