Friday Dec 30.
Sent my note to Mrs. Boyd. What will be thought of it?— Not, I hope, that I was out of humour when I wrote it. I am more, much more angry with myself than with Mr. Boyd. He has professed too much—& I have expected too much. We are both in fault: but my fault is the worst, because it has been persevered in, longest—& against clear evidences. I said in my note that I wd. try to go to Malvern tomorrow, for an hour; but that if I did not go, I was not to be expected next week, on account of the boys who have had their christmas holidays & shd. have no others immediately. I almost hope that I may not go.
Eheu![1]—Papa has sent me word that I must not stay at home tonight!—
Curling hair & dressing to meet a crowd of people whom I know nothing of, & care for less than I know. Off at half past six: And saw Ionson Bluebeard & my prologue enacted at eight. The puppets are admirable; very very ingenious—& put to shame many whom they counterfeit. Bro spoke my prologue, & spoke it very well indeed. Applauded; & Miss Glasco presented me afterwards with a wreath of bay! If Mr. Biddulph had been there, he was to have placed it on my head, with an oration to boot. An escape!—
Fifty people we were, in all; or perhaps rather more. The outside of Mrs. Watsons head, larger a very great deal, than the inside. Does she plume herself upon that? Annie kind in her manner to me. I think I feel kindness more & more susceptibly. Eliza sate next me some time; & I told her some of my thoughts about my want of etiquette, & Mrs. C’s want of judgment. She told me that Mr. Boyd had wondered before her, at my not having been to visit him as usual. I have determined to go tomorrow.
Got home at half past one: & Occyta pretended not to be sleepy.
1. “Alas!”
