[Slept in kitchen chamber]
A- wrong, evidently, as Mr Gray would easily see. What a temper she has. Luckily, I do not trouble myself much about it. We may travel together for a while, but how can I ever do with her in society. A vulgar pride is at the bottom of it – the beautifying of poor old Shibden may eclipse Cliff Hill. She is jealous of her authority, or rather, an importance which she knows not how to support. I must do the best I can. Query, if her aunt dies, will she not be got rid of?