Monday, March 23, 2009

03May1865, An Old Prosaic Couple

LONDON, May 3rd, 1865.
F. and I called on Mrs. Milbank, who is to be my Prime Minister in the getting up of the horrid Yorkshire quadrille. Lord Richard came. We went (and I chaperoned Lou ! at which I died) to a concert at Auntie P's. Carry Lawley was there, just out, and very good-looking. F. shrunk off early to his Cosmopolitan club ! Shows me we are getting a humdrum old prosaic couple. Letters : to little boys ; from Mrs. Otley scolding me for becoming Northern. But I know more about it than she does.

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