Friday—Sept 16.
I wrote a letter to Papa,—& a note to Mr. Boyd containing the palinodia of my folly in lending Chrysostom to Dominick.[1] He may be angry with me; for I am sure that he can be angry with me, if I give him cause. I forgot to memorabilize his idea of sending to the Times newspaper, a letter upon ‘οι πολλοι;[2] & his having written to Mr. Davidson on the subject. He can write to Mr. Davidson! But with regard to sending a letter to the Times Newspaper, he thought of what I had once said, & that I might not like it. I said—“never mind me”. No! if he does not mind, the probable consequences of publishing such a letter in the Times—never mind me!!
As we were going out to drive today, Mr. Martin intercepted us with an invitation to drink tea at Colwall. So we drove round by Mr. Deane’s, down the rough road, where we found a pure cool looking stream & washed our hands in it,—& arrived at Colwall before six. I wish I cd. have washed my hands of that!— Mr. de Marizet left it today. A still life evening, which ended by Mr. Martin walking home with our carriage. No letters[.]
1. For the letter to H.S.B. see BC, 2, 327–328.
2. “The many.”
