She was rather less ill-temperedly and seemed as if coming round, but I took no notice and was silent as ever. On going into her room found her lain down – I went on tip to but took no other notice, then by and by came to the fire. I sat reading. Josephine came to me get the key of the cupboard from George – a hubbub between them. He a vulgar – thought himself as good as a lady’s maid and when she was impertinent to him, was he to be trampled on, that is, was he not to be impertinent again? She has been bad tempered, perhaps, or let herself down. I came away and left them disputing but took the key of the cupboard and locked it up – desiring the cupboard to be open and the plate to be brought to my room at night. On returning to A- [I] said nothing – she asked when I intended to leave here because she wanted to tell her sister where to direct to – then read me the rough draft she had just written, to take the part of Crow Nest not occupied by Washington. She could not think of returning to Shibden after what I had said yesterday. I said I made no objection to her letter but advised her keeping it a day or two sending it. Recapitulated quietly what I had said yesterday, saying that from such a temper she would suffer more than anybody else and that she would probably hear the truth from me. I quietly made the case so clear she said she could bear it no more. I kissed [her], wished goodnight, and came away saying I should not see her in the morning. She would have the day to herself and it might do her good – said that she and Mr Pages must fix about leaving barrages. I should be glad to do whatever was best for her health, but I should be ready any day and she might fix her own time and route. She was crying when I came away, but I took no notice. Come what may I will not give in this time.
A- had made a capital excuse to her sister – that I only meant to return home to settle my affairs and then return to the continent, and she, A-, did not wish to be long from home during her aunt’s life and to avoid the cold of going from Shibden to Cliff Hill. She wished to take Crow Nest. Poor thing – as if everybody would not see through it. What will become of her? Will her mind stand firm against her pride and temper? How Priestleys and co. will sneer and chuckle. I told her tonight she was no companion to me and she herself could not find it agreeable, thus, to live together. Not on speaking but it was her own doing, not mine – her temper so uncertain that if I left her right at eleven in the day, I found her wrong an hour and a half after. I could not divine what for. She will not forget this.