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to; as soon as … but not before … I have done DAVID BALFOUR 
and THE YOUNG CHEVALIER。  So you see you are like to hear no 
more of the Pacific or the nineteenth century for a while。  
THE YOUNG CHEVALIER is a story of sentiment and passion; 
which I mean to write a little differently from what I have 
been doing … if I can hit the key; rather more of a 
sentimental tremolo to it。  It may thus help to prepare me 
for SOPHIA; which is to contain three ladies; and a kind of a 
love affair between the heroine and a dying planter who is a 
poet! large orders for R。 L。 S。
O the German taboo is quite over; no soul attempts to support 
the C。 J。 or the President; they are past hope; the whites 
have just refused their taxes … I mean the council has 
refused to call for them; and if the council consented; 
nobody would pay; 'tis a farce; and the curtain is going to 
fall briefly。  Consequently in my History; I say as little as 
may be of the two dwindling stars。  Poor devils!  I liked the 
one; and the other has a little wife; now lying in!  There 
was no man born with so little animosity as I。 When I heard 
the C。 J。 was in low spirits and never left his house; I 
could scarce refrain from going to him。
It was a fine feeling to have finished the History; there 
ought to be a future state to reward that grind!  It's not 
literature; you know; only journalism; and pedantic 
journalism。  I had but the one desire; to get the thing as 
right as might be; and avoid false concords … even if that!  
And it was more than there was time for。  However; there it 
is: done。  And if Samoa turns up again my book has to be 
counted with; being the only narrative extant。  Milton and I 
… if you kindly excuse the juxtaposition … harnessed 
ourselves to strange waggons; and I at least will be found to 
have plodded very soberly with my load。  There is not even a 
good sentence in it; but perhaps … I don't know … it may be 
found an honest; clear volume。
WEDNESDAY。
Never got a word set down; and continues on Thursday 19th 
May; his own marriage day as ever was。  News; yes。  The C。 J。 
came up to call on us!  After five months' cessation on my 
side; and a decidedly painful interchange of letters; I could 
not go down … could not … to see him。  My three ladies 
received him; however; he was very agreeable as usual; but 
refused wine; beer; water; lemonade; chocolate and at last a 
cigarette。  Then my wife asked him; 'So you refuse to break 
bread?' and he waved his hands amiably in answer。  All my 
three ladies received the same impression that he had serious 
matters in his mind: now we hear he is quite cock…a…hoop 
since the mail came; and going about as before his troubles 
darkened。  But what did he want with me?  'Tis thought he had 
received a despatch … and that he misreads it (so we fully 
believe) to the effect that they are to have war ships at 
command and can make their little war after all。  If it be 
so; and they do it; it will be the meanest wanton slaughter 
of poor men for the salaries of two white failures。  But what 
was his errand with me? Perhaps to warn me that unless I 
behave he now hopes to be able to pack me off in the CURACOA 
when she comes。
I have celebrated my holiday from SAMOA by a plunge at the 
beginning of THE YOUNG CHEVALIER。  I am afraid my touch is a 
little broad in a love story; I can't mean one thing and 
write another。  As for women; I am no more in any fear of 
them; I can do a sort all right; age makes me less afraid of 
a petticoat; but I am a little in fear of grossness。  
However; this David Balfour's love affair; that's all right … 
might be read out to a mothers' meeting … or a daughters' 
meeting。  The difficulty in a love yarn; which dwells at all 
on love; is the dwelling on one string; it is manifold; I 
grant; but the root fact is there unchanged; and the 
sentiment being very intense; and already very much handled 
in letters; positively calls for a little pawing and gracing。  
With a writer of my prosaic literalness and pertinency of 
point of view; this all shoves toward grossness … positively 
even towards the far more damnable CLOSENESS。  This has kept 
me off the sentiment hitherto; and now I am to try: Lord!  Of 
course Meredith can do it; and so could Shakespeare; but with 
all my romance; I am a realist and a prosaist; and a most 
fanatical lover of plain physical sensations plainly and 
expressly rendered; hence my perils。  To do love in the same 
spirit as I did (for instance) D。 Balfour's fatigue in the 
heather; my dear sir; there were grossness … ready made!  And 
hence; how to sugar?  However; I have nearly done with Marie…
Madeleine; and am in good hopes of Marie…Salome; the real 
heroine; the other is only a prologuial heroine to introduce 
the hero。
FRIDAY。
Anyway; the first prologuial episode is done; and Fanny likes 
it。  There are only four characters; Francis Blair of Balmile 
(Jacobite Lord Gladsmuir) my hero; the Master of Ballantrae; 
Paradon; a wine…seller of Avignon; Marie…Madeleine his wife。  
These two last I am now done with; and I think they are 
successful; and I hope I have Balmile on his feet; and the 
style seems to be found。  It is a little charged and violent; 
sins on the side of violence; but I think will carry the 
tale。  I think it is a good idea so to introduce my hero; 
being made love to by an episodic woman。  This queer tale … I 
mean queer for me … has taken a great hold upon me。  Where 
the devil shall I go next?  This is simply the tale of a COUP 
DE TETE of a young man and a young woman; with a nearly; 
perhaps a wholly; tragic sequel; which I desire to make 
thinkable right through; and sensible; to make the reader; as 
far as I shall be able; eat and drink and breathe it。  Marie…
Salome des Saintes…Maries is; I think; the heroine's name; 
she has got to BE yet: SURSUM CORDA!  So has the young 
Chevalier; whom I have not yet touched; and who comes next in 
order。  Characters: Balmile; or Lord Gladsmuir; COMME VOUS 
VOULEZ; Prince Charlie; Earl Marischal; Master of Ballantrae; 
and a spy; and Dr。 Archie Campbell; and a few nondescripts; 
then; of women; Marie…Salome and Flora Blair; seven at the 
outside; really four full lengths; and I suppose a half…dozen 
episodic profiles。  How I must bore you with these 
ineptitudes!  Have patience。  I am going to bed; it is (of 
all hours) eleven。  I have been forced in (since I began to 
write to you) to blatter to Fanny on the subject of my 
heroine; there being two CRUCES as to her life and history: 
how came she alone? and how far did she go with the 
Chevalier?  The second must answer itself when I get near 
enough to see。  The first is a back…breaker。  Yet I know 
there are many reasons why a FILLE DE FAMINE; romantic; 
adventurous; ambitious; innocent of the world; might run from 
her home in these days; might she not have been threatened 
with a convent? might there not be some Huguenot business 
mixed in?  Here am I; far from books; if you can help me with 
a suggestion; I shall say God bless you。  She has to be new 
run away from a strict family; well…justified in her own wild 
but honest eyes; and meeting these three men; Charles Edward; 
Marischal; and Balmile; through the accident of a fire at an 
inn。  She must not run from a marriage; I think; it would 
bring her in the wrong frame of mind。  Once I can get her; 
SOLA; on the highway; all were well with my narrative。  
Perpend。  And help if you can。
Lafaele; long (I hope) familiar to you; has this day received 
the visit of his SON from Tonga; and the SON proves to be a 
very pretty; attractive young daughter!  I gave all the boys 
kava in honour of her arrival; along with a lean; side…
whiskered Tongan; dimly supposed to be Lafaele's step…father; 
and they have been having a good time; in the end of my 
verandah; I hear Simi; my present incapable steward; talking 
Tongan with the nondescript papa。  Simi; our out…door boy; 
burst a succession of blood…vessels over our work; and I had 
to make a position for the wreck of one of the noblest 
figures of a man I ever saw。  I believe I may have mentioned 
the other day how I had to put my horse to the trot; the 
canter and (at last) the gallop to run him down。  In a 
photograph I hope to send you (perhaps with this) you will 
see Simi standing in the verandah in profile。  As a steward; 
one of his chief points is to break crystal; he is great on 
fracture … what do I say? … explosion!  He cleans a glass; 
and the shards scatter like a comet's bowels。
N。B。 … If I should by any chance be deported; the first of 
the rules hung up for that occasion is to communicate with 
you by telegraph。 … Mind; I do not fear it; but it IS 
possible。
MONDAY 25TH。
We have had a devil of a morning of upset and bustle; the