9/21 I saw him, and it made my heart bitter. One evening, I met him in full costume, with an opera- glass slung round his shoulders, just before he reached their door. He told me that Mrs Clyde had asked him to accompany her daughter and herself to Covent Garden and share their box. They would have waited a considerable time, I thought, before they would have been invited to share _his_! I watched them drive off, and I went home mad. It was getting too grievous for mortal to bear. |