certainly was more amusing than most of the people here.
The weather is very nice indeed now—what we call, and really think, cold; I suspect much what a commonplace summer’s day is in England, judging from the vegetables. Peas, cauliflowers, French beans, salad, and all our summer vegetables are excellent now.
I throw a great deal of sentiment into my eating, always having watercresses for breakfast, because they are so English. George has just sent word that this will, perhaps, catch the ‘Repulse’ in the river, if I send it now.
Having sent off my last letter on Tuesday, I begin again. ‘The mutton of to-day will succeed to the beef of yesterday, as the beef,’ &c. &c. That is not to be taken literally, for it does so happen that for the last few days I have not been eating beef and mutton, having had a series of headaches and pains in my bones, &c., whereby it has arisen that I have not gone in
