Worse than ever this morning. What shall I do with her? We must be off.
Poor A-. This school giving up business has been and is a great mortification – I blame it much for her present lowness. She has been terrible today – tried to cheer her and dry up her tears before dinner and talk of being off on Whitsuntide Tuesday – Paris or Saint Petersburg.
When A- went to have a motion, the first since Friday spite of the two Brodie’s pills last night. Poor A-, I wish she was better. How miserable to see her as she is!