He eats 'vulpinely' he says--which means that a lark or two is no longer enough for dinner.

At breakfast the loaf perishes by Gargantuan slices.

He is plunged into gaieties of all sorts, caught from one hand to another like a ball, has gone out every night for a fortnight together, and sometimes two or three times deep in a one night's engagements.

So plenty of distraction, and no Men and Women.

Men and women from without instead! I am shut up in the house of course, and go to bed when he goes out--and the worst is, that there's a difficulty in getting books.