The women watching the prize fight will make a good story and so will the arms of the red mill, "The Moulin Rouge" they keep turning and turning and grinding out health and virtue and souls.
I dined to night with the C-----s and P----s, the Ex-Minister and disagreed with everybody and found them all very middle class as to intellect.

An old English lady next to me said apropos of something "that is because you are not clever like Mr .-- -- and do not have to work with your brains." To which I said, I did not mind not being clever as my father was a many times millionaire," at which she became abjectly polite.

Young Rothenstein is going to do a picture of me to-morrow morning.

There is nothing much more to tell except that a horse stood on his fore legs in the Bois the other day and chucked me into space.

I was very sore but I went on going about as it was the Varnishing day at the new salon and I wished to see it.