Friday Oct 7th.

Well! It is a fine, windy day—& Mrs. Cliffe not come! She thinks I suppose all of the wind, & nothing of the fineness! Provoking!— A message is sent to Charlotte Peyton!— It may rain tomorrow! Provoking!— But she may come after all, for it is only just eleven.

Mrs. Cliffe came, & then the rain came. I put on my hat, but everybody else was reasonable enough to be prepared for a disappointment.

We did not go. Mrs. Cliffe stayed until three or four—longer than my patience did. Eliza at least will come tomorrow, in the case of sunshine.

I read on with Mr. Curzon’s book.

The reform bill is sure to be thrown out of the House of Lords—, & then what will be the consequences? More fatal ones, than those of today’s rain.

A great deal of music mending & binding, down stairs tonight, which occasioned a most sublime confusion. My head ached with it.


National Endowment for the Humanities - Logo

Editorial work on The Brownings’ Correspondence is supported by the National Endowment for the Humanities.

This website was last updated on 2-10-2025.

Copyright © 2025 Wedgestone Press. All rights reserved.

Back To Top