Up at four and off by the diligence at five. A stormy, rainy morning, breakfasted at Dole. A little town halfway between Dijon and Besancon - gave a beggar woman two sous. Another comes up and accuses her of being an impostor and then they had a regular set to with words and terms, which the fecundity of the dictionare de l'Academise, hardly fumish. Dole is the limit of Franche-comte.

From thence we were in Burgundy. Large plains highly cultivated, got to Dijon the ancient capital of the Dukes of Burgundy in time for dinner. Walked out a little in the evening to the cafe on the place d'armes. Neither the cafe nor the lady presiding remarkably handsome, but not so with the two girls we met in the Square (Mr. Laidler in company) of whom we inquired the way to the play. Followed them down the rue de la prefecture when they begged us not to follow them any farther, as Dijon was a very scandalous place. Gave us their address to meet them tomorrow with many precautions, etc. all fudge no doubt --