25 November 1837

Then lay down and slumbered till eleven, wishing to then write to Lady Stuart if I could – then dawdled over my letter written last Monday till twelve.

11 August 1835

No kiss.

[With Vere] This, she owned, had something to do with her present illness. I laughed and said she ought to have taken me – my income to hers would have made a difference – we should have got on very well together. It was too late now, all her own fault but, thought I, it is better as it is – she would not have suited me. She, like Lady S[tuart], is out at the elbows. Let it be a lesson to me.

A- queer about money – this will not do – we shall never stick together. I will labour my accounts and set myself straight and prepare to do without her in case of need.

08 August 1835

No kiss.

[With Lady Stuart and Vere Cameron] The former in a stew about Thrupp in Oxford Street – her coach maker, to whom it seems she owes seven hundred pounds carriage hire and accumulations. Thrupp wanted paying and Lord S[tuart] bound himself with his mother for her paying him by instalments of fifty six pounds odd per annum. The bill drawn by Mr Stuart (Charles, I suppose) came this morning, or rather, notice of its being due – the man could not wait, must have money. No draft would be taken. Lady S[tuart] did not understand it – we had Thrupp’s impertinence talked over, Lady S- has Lord Stuart’s chariot – will have nothing more to do with Thrupp in which I joined till I saw into the thing (saw the paper left by Thrupp’s banker’s clerk or messenger) and advised Lady S- merely to send the notice of the bill being due to her own banker and desire him to honour, that is, pay it. Lady S- glad I had happened to be there to tell her what to do – Vere said nothing – had I offered the money, it would have been taken, but of course I knew better. Lady S- fears my lord is laying out a great deal at Highcliff and wonders where it is to come from – how they are all running to ruin. Let it be a lesson to me.

[Vere] She said she was jealous [of A-]. It was joked but somehow she was, for her, very affectionate. I almost fancied she really liked me in some degree – as great as her small quality of warm feeling would permit.