The date of this entry is guessed, since it begins on the page that has been torn out of the diary.
… for meal. I said “no”, you can not expect to be allowed to upset the “time-table” of the house with impunity.
“May I go out and get some, Sir?”
“Not with my permission,” I replied.
I then spoke a few words about discipline in the army, etc. He took it all wonderfully well, ate his bread and butter and drank his coffee and then cheerfully went on with his work.
This incident very much increased the respect I had always felt for him.
Mr Bear and his son called about the latter coming as pupil.