After breakfast I rode over to Framfield, but did not stay. We dined on the remains of Monday’s dinner. In the afternoon posted my day book and wrote out part of Mr Sam Gibbs’s bill. In the evening read part of The English Peerage.
Ah melancholy time! But little to do, and what lies heavy upon my spirits is I am afraid my brother at Framfield will not do well and I am so deeply concerned that, should he do ill, I must be entirely ruined.