No kiss.

Shown into M-‘s room and she soon came nervous, sobbing, but she got over it pretty soon and well.

I never felt less in love’s danger. I thought M- prosy, but this was better than the way she tashed in at first, despairing and as if the sooner she died the better. She would not listen to my proofs that she herself had things between us all her own way, however I would not give up the point, though I pressed it gently. I was very affectionate, spoke kindly of Mr C[rewe] and said I would do anything in the world I could for her, but there was no love in my manner or thoughts. I merely thought I was glad this was at an end and that I was.

She had talked at Leamington in her great anxiety to see Lady Vere as the most particular friend of her. M-‘s most particular friend. I have guessed right. M- does not want to lose the éclat in my friendship.

-to which I said nothing particular in reply. Mentioned Doctor B[elcombe]’s telling Mr Freeman I was one of the most intimate friends he had but did not dwell upon it or make any comment, yet I think M- noticed the thing and perhaps fancied it not to my taste. However, her manner of speaking of Vere is liable to the same sort of remark on my part. She says she [Vere] is cold mannered and has no heart and they as at Leamington thinks so. Stayed ten minute[s]. [M-] a little nervous again and hung on me and went off. Talks of giddiness in her head and not living long but I said I should do her good. In fact, as I shrewdly hinted, I shall not be the death of her. Thank god I am as I am. I thought very little of M- as I came along and never felt more calm.

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