No kiss.

With A- till 12, lastly rubbed the back of her neck with camphorated spirit of wine. Long piece of work to reconcile her. She had read over my letter to Lady Harriet and I found her in tears. Long before I could make out what for, I had told her I should mention her, and she made no objection (but seemed rather pleased) that I never dreamt of her being annoyed. At last told her I should have made just the same sort of mention of Lady Vere and I thought [this] satisfied her, and with great tenderness of manner and attention she got back into good spirits and her tears seemed forgotten.

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