Lay thinking and wavering about Miss W-. Whatever she may determine perhaps I shall be off at last. Incurred a long and repeated cross thinking about her. Determined to amuse myself en libertin and care no more about her than as much as may suit me for the moment.
Then preparing for my journey hunting out boots.
Sewing and busy over one thing or other till four, then…
An hour and a half with her till twelve and ten minutes – she all the while on my knee, I grubbling gently. She nothing loth. She certainly likes me, but she is very strong at queer for want of washing, which she never does in that quarter.