[...]inside acquaintance with that dusty but attractive class of people who go about on the high-roads drunk but enfamille (so redeeming the mir lapse), in the summertime, with a perambulator, lavender to sell, sun-brown children, a smell, and ambiguous bundles that fire the imagination. Navvies, farm-labourers, sailormen and stokers, all such as sit in 1834 beer-houses, are beyond me also, and I suppose must remain so w for ever. My intercourse with the ducal rank too has been negligible; I once went shooting with a duke, and in an outburst of what was doubt sbbishness, did my best to get him in the legs. But that failed. I'm sorry I haven't done the whole lot though.... You will ask by what merit I achieved [...].