Imagine a Chinese in a Western country acting with the bluster that I did, although in good humour; I wonder whether he would be treated with the courtesy that those Chinamen showed to me! On the 25th an elderly chairen was ready to accompany us in the morning, and he remained with us all day.

All day he was engrossed in deep thought.

He spoke to no one, but he kept a watchful eye over his charge, never leaving me a moment, but dogging my very footsteps all the hundred li we travelled together.

Poorly clad, he was better provided than his brother of yesterday in that he wore sandals, whereas the chairen of yesterday was in rags and barefoot.

He was, of course, unprovided with weapon of any kind--it was moral force that he relied on.