But
I did not flirt with the little priest. Oh, no! I told him he
must not make love to me like the young man from the grocer's.
And I told him that if he wrote poetry you would beat him. So I
have been very good. And darling Seer Marcous, I want to come
back very much, but Mrs. McMurray says I must stay, and she is
going to have a baby and I am very happy and good, and Mr. McMurray
says funny things and makes me laugh. But I love my darling Seer
Marcous best. Give Antoinette and Polifemus [the one-eyed cat)
two very nice kisses for me. And here is one for Seer Marcous
from his
"CARLOTTA."
How can I refuse? But I wish she were here.
31st October.
I did not sleep last night. I have done no work to-day. The
Renaissance has receded into a Glacial Epoch wherein, as far as
its humanity is concerned, I have not a tittle of interest. I
sought refuge in the club. Why should an old sober University
club be such a haven of unrest? Ponting, an opinionated don of
Corpus, seated himself at my luncheon table, and discoursed on
political economy and golf.
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