I offered my arm, showing her how to take it in European fashion, and we walked along to the surprise of everybody, as if we had been in Hyde Park rather than in Central Africa, flirting and coquetting all the way.

I was surprised that no one came to prevent her forwardness; but not till I almost reached home did any one appear; and then, with great scolding, she was ordered to return--not, however, without her begging I would call in and see her on some future occasion, when she would like to give me some pombe.
14th .-- As conflicting reports came about Grant, the king very courteously, at my request, forwarded letters to him.

I passed the day in distilling pombe, and the evening in calling on Mrs Dumba, with Meri, Kahala, Lugoi, and a troop of Wanyamuezi women.

She was very agreeable; but as her husband was attending the palace, could not give pombe, and instead gave my female escort sundry baskets of plaintains and potatoes, signifying a dinner, and walked half-way home, flirting with me as before.
15th--I called on the king with all the spirits I had made, as well as the saccharine residue.

We found him holding a levee, and receiving his offerings of a batch of girls, cows, goats, and other things of an ordinary nature.