18 September

Monday 18^th. At the Hs. from 12. till 3. Very ill,

& scarcely able to hold up my head. Drank tea with

them in the Ev’g. but was so sick, that I was obliged

to lay on the sopha, & almost fainted. I know not

how this will terminate, but I am miserable – yet

dear M. is so kind – she never was so kind! Not

withstanding I look so wretched,- & my remarking to

her my apprehension she would not endure so

woe-begone

a set of features, she kissed my lips of her own accord, and

said “She was only too proud of me.” Dearest M! If I