8/28 To hear this ridiculous boy Harry Jocelyn grunt under my nose when he has led me unsuspectingly away from company--Harriet! dearest! He thinks it a sigh! But there is no time for laughing. I think they all look up to me. But then of course you must fix that by seducing the stars. My diplomatist praises my abilities--Sir John Loring my style--the rest follow and I do not withhold my smiles, and they are happy, and I should be but that for ungrateful Evan's sake I sacrificed my peace by binding myself to a dreadful sort of half-story. |