mention that
the child (about four years old), was a married cousin's child who had
gone to India with her husband; leaving the infant in charge of her
mother, my aunt.

Nursemaid was a dry, plainish little woman whom I had scarcely noticed
until the previous three days. I talked to the infant, and played with
him, asked her if she would like a child, if she would let me be the
father, and got a chaffing reply. Suddenly it struck me from the scuffle
I had heard in the barn, that she and the page were very intimate, and
said as a random shot, "You would not mind Robert cuddling you, would
you now?" She coloured up, looked confused, then said, as if she did
not recollect, "Robert?--who is Robert?" "Fat Robert the page." "Pough."
said she, "that big boy!" She took up the child, and walked off,--not to
the house, but a long way away from it. After a time I followed her;
she entered a grotto, or very large summer-house which formed part of
an artificial ruin in the grounds, and which was the scene of an amusing
adventure with this very child some years later on in my life. There she
sat down.

I saw what a good blind the child was, so went into the grotto to talk
to him. He was sitting in her lap. In a minute said he, "I want to
pee-wee." "Hush!" said she, "I will take you for a walk." "I will
pee-wee," said he, scuffling down from her lap, running outside the
summer-house; turning round, lifting his petticoats, and pissing in
front of us.

"You naughty boy," said she. "What a little cock he has," said I. She
snatched up the child, went towards the house, and there was an end for
the time of my talk with her.

I dodged from hay-field to farm-yard, thence to the house, saw Pender,
saw the young wench (Molly) I have named, looked out for Whiteteeth;
it was all no go. I had dinner, then strolled down to the village, saw
Whiteteeth outside the public with her husband. Back to the house,
saw nursemaid, said in a whisper. "I shall come and sleep with you
to-night." "That you won't," said she, "Master Joe always sleeps in
my room." Randy and weary I went to bed, after nearly spending in my
trowsers as I looked at my cousins' white necks in the drawing-room, and
thought to myself, "I will go to ------ (the market-town a few miles off
to which I have before alluded), and have a woman to-morrow." During
the hot night thought of cunt, cunt, cunt, would not frig myself, slept.
Awakened again with a stiff one, frigged, and then got