Wrote ditto to Mrs Sutherland this morning and stood musing on both letters but with satisfaction.
Began gravely with the assurance that A- should have no trouble with me, she had only to do as she liked – she began crying. I chanced my manner, said all this was ridiculous. She wanted a good whipping and I got her right. I told her I must buy a rod, and, in truth, I must not indulge her too much. Said I should take her by Hull to Rotterdam and Paris the end of next month and she made no objection.