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We left Baratah yesterday morning and got in and out of trains all day until about seven in the evening we got out finally at Manpur.
Poor Boggley looked so crushed I had to laugh, and we calmed the worried Autolycus, who hates to see his Sahib shoved into corners, and, there being no inducement to remain up went to bed. Manpur is a fairly big station the sort of place you read about in Anglo-Indian novels. There are six households and a club. Boggley and I called on all the six this evening, and then went to the club.
His pride, as he bore in the dishes, was beautiful to see; and it was a good dinner, though rather tinny. Manpur, Thursday 12th. This delayed letter must be posted before we leave by the night train for our next trek. We came back late last night from Misanpore after a nice but very queer time.
Everyone meets there in the evening to see the picture-papers and to play tennis and bridge. It is rather a bored little community, Manpur. I think they are all pretty sick of each other, and one can't wonder.
I should think so indeed! Our home mail was waiting us at Manpur and another "Calcutta" dinner. Your letter, my faithful friend, was more than usually charming and kind a balm to my lacerated feelings! If you don't get a letter next mail after this it will mean either that we are entirely out of the reach of post offices, or that a tiger has eaten the dak-runner. Chota Haganpore, March 25.
He insisted so that we were but a passing vapour that I began to feel it was only too horribly true, and Boggley, who had partaken largely of tinned cheese at luncheon and was feeling far from well, grew every moment more yellow and green. Manpur, March 9. Now we are in a different place. At least it has a different name and is a day's journey from Bantale, but it looks exactly the same.
They went straight on to Manpur with the luggage instead of waiting at the station where we changed trains. It was ten o'clock when I got out of the train, and Boggley had said he would be no later than half-past eleven; then we would have luncheon, and get the one o'clock train to Manpur. I went into the refreshment-room to ask what we could have for luncheon,
Yesterday again Boggley had to go and inspect some place, so it was decided he would bicycle there, and then pick me up at some station we had to change at on our way to Manpur. I drove to the station in Mr. Ferris's little dogcart alone. Mr. Ferris said he was so sorry he had an engagement, but I think myself it was simply that he couldn't face the eight miles alone with me.
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