At the station I meet the clergyman. He had more than once spoken to me
a few kind words. He asks me where I am going.
"To London, and to Paris next, I hope," I reply.
"Are you in a hurry to go back?"
"Not particularly; but----"
"Well, will you do my wife and myself the pleasure of spending a few
days with us at the Vicarage? We shall be delighted if you will."
"With all my heart."
* * * * *
_25th September, 1873._
Have spent a charming week at the Vicarage--a lovely country-house,
where for the first time I have seen what real English life is.
I have spoken to my English friend of my prospects, and he expresses
his wonder that I do not make use of the letters of recommendation that
I possess, as they would be sure to secure a good position for me.
"Are not important posts given by examination in this country?" I
exclaimed.
But he informs me that such is not the case; that these posts are
given, at elections, to the candidates who are bearers of the best
testimonials.
The information is most valuable, and I will act upon my friend's
advice.
My visit has been as pleasant as it has been useful.
* * * * *
_12th January, 1874._
A vacancy occurred lately in one of the great public schools. I sent in
my application, accompanied by my testimonials.
Have just received an official intimation that I am elected head-master
of the French school at St. Paul's.
* * * * *
_14th January, 1874._
One piece of good luck never comes alone.
I am again appointed London correspondent to one of the principal Paris
papers.
_Allons, me voila sauve!_