I dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner. At home all day. Samuel Jenner, Thomas Durrant and Mr Long a-packing wool for me in the evening, they all supped with me…
My old acquaintance, Mr Coates’s servant, drank tea with me, but still not one word of courting, no, not even a kiss as a preparative thereto. Oh, sad disappointment this must be to the busy censorious world to find their conjectures are never like to prove true. Sam Jenner lodged at my house all night.