My host at Richmond yesterday morning could not sufficiently express his surprise that I intended to venture to walk as far as Oxford and still farther. He however was so kind as to send his son a clever little boy to show me the road leading to Windsor.
It just seemed too weird to me. I don't know maybe they were smoking a joint in the car downstairs from their parents' apartment. I had to go that far to put together a scenario of how they could have possibly recognized me.
