LONDON, June 20th, 1865.
—I fussed and fidgeted a good deal all day under the anticipation of our First Real Dinner Party ; arranged flowers, mused over the bill of fare, contemplated the table, displayed china, likewise did books which have hitherto proved fearfully high, received visits from Papa, Aunt Coque, and Albert who also dined with us and is very well ; we went to the Academy with F. which struck me less favourably than before. To dinner came M., John, and Edward, the Aglys, Agnes, Albert, and Mr. E. Ashley. All went very well ; but I began with a good fit of nervousness, which, however, I craftily concealed.
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