[Manchester—Tuesday, 29 August 1876]
Tuesday August 29. Aunt Harriet came. Past [sic] the morning out as usual. The rest of the day entertaining her and reading “Pandora” a little with Anna in the afternoon.
Mrs Bowers I saw at night—she interested me. She is on the eve of beginning a long theatrical season again after a long theatrical life. She is tired—her children have wasted her substance. “My plays are not new, neither am I” she said. As Browning says, she is beginning “to understand.”
