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C J. 30

there is space to wander & to lie down & to fill one’s gaze in all directions, to gather flowers, to catch butterflies, to read, to write this journal & a hundred things besides. These were our occupations on this spot, & so pleased were we with it, that we paid it a second visit (by producing a second order) for 2 hours or more after dinner. We were accompanied by a nice sharp little guide, the son of the citadel’s porter, named Louis, who although only 11 years old, wore a large hat & a long tailed coat & reminded us all of Tom Hood’s “My son, sir”.

At the table d’hote, we found plenty of resemblances to our friends; Dr ?Fausselt was on one side of us, Edwd ?Lock, Professor ?Bigweed, Mr Musgrove, & to our surprise also who should walk in but Parsons at Mr Thorp’s. None of them recognised us however, so we were compelled to think ourselves deceived.

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The Belgians fold the table napkins very tastily with a great variety of forms; Mr Mile of the Hotel de Poste, Brussels, told us that his servants had folded them in a different style for each person at a dinner for 40.

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