I must see to this.
July 2d.
A telegram from Judith to say she postpones her return to Monday.

I have been longing to see the dear woman again, and I am greatly disappointed.
At the same time it is a respite from an explanation that grows more difficult every day.

I hate myself for the sense of relief.
This morning came an evening dress for Carlotta which has taken a month in the making.

This, I am given to understand, is delirious speed for a London dress-maker.

To celebrate the occasion I engaged a box at the Empire for this evening and invited her to dine with me.