Polly wants to see Arezzo and Perugia.

And I suppose we can still get a _vetturino_ to take us that way to Rome?
Don't want railways, if to be avoided.

I don't think we can get away before March, for my researches are so absorbing, that, if health holds out, I must go on, if not, we shall pack up earlier.

The worst of Lent is that one gets no theatres, and precisely because we never go to the theatre in London, we hugely enjoy it abroad.

Yesterday we took the child of a friend of ours to a morning performance of the pantomime, and are utterly knocked up in consequence.