Spanish, for I understand the groundwork. In Hungary and
Germany I picked up some curious books, which will help to pass
the time at home when I have nothing better to do. It is a long
way from here to Constantinople, and it is probable that I
shall be fifteen or sixteen days on the journey, as I do not
intend to travel very fast. It is possible that I shall stay a
day or two at Adrianople, which is half way. If you should not
hear from me for some time don't be alarmed, as it is possible
that I shall have no opportunities of writing till I get to
Constantinople. Bucharest, where I am now, is close on the
Turkish frontier, being only half a day's journey. Since I have
been here, I have bought a Tartar dress and a couple of Turkish
shirts. I have done so in order not to be stared at as I pass
along. It is very beautiful and by no means dear. Yesterday I
wrote to M. Since I have been here I have seen some English
newspapers, and see that chap H. has got in with M. Perhaps his
recommendation was that he had once insulted us. However, God
only knows. I think I had never much confidence in M. I can
read countenances as you know, and have always believed him to
be selfish and insincere. I, however, care nothing about him,
and will not allow, D.V., any conduct of his to disturb me. I
shall be glad to get home, and if I can but settle down a
little, I feel that I can accomplish something great. I hope
that my dear mother is well, and that you are all well. God
bless you. It is something to think that since I have been away
I have to a certain extent accomplished what I went about. I am
stronger and better and hardier, my cough has left me, there is
only occasionally a little huskiness in the throat. I have also
increased my stock of languages, and my imagination is
brightened, Bucharest is a strange place with much grandeur and
much filth. Since I have been here I have dined almost every
day with Mr. C., who wants me to have an apartment in his
house. I thought it, however, better to be at an inn, though
filthy. I have also dined once at the Russian Consul-General's,
whom I knew in Russia. Now God bless you my heart's darling;
kiss also Hen., write to my mother, and remember me to all
friends.

G. BORROW.

The best letter that I ha