dBooks desire

Tuesday
next my mother and I spend the evening with her; Wednesday, we dine
at Sir John Macdonald's; Thursday, I act Mrs. Haller; Friday, we
have an evening party at home; Saturday, I play Beatrice; Monday,
Constance (come up for it!); Tuesday, we dine with Lord Melbourne;
and this is as much of the book of fate as is unrolled to me at
present.
Mrs. Harry came here to-day; it is the first time I have seen her
this month; she is looking wretchedly, and talks of returning to
Edinburgh. My first feeling at hearing this was joy that I shall
not go there and find the face and voice for ever associated with
Edinburgh in my heart away from it. But I am not really glad, for
it is the failure of some plan of hers which obliges her to do
this. I have the loves of all to give you, and they are all very
troublesome, crying, "Give mine separately," "Don't lump mine;" so
please take them each separately and singly. I have been sobbing my
heart out over Constance this morning, and act Fazio to-night,
which is hard work.
Your affectionate
F.


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