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           TohidetheabsenceofthetieIhadtokeepmychindowntherestoftheevening,whichcausedapainatthebackofmyneck.

           April24.—CouldscarcelysleepawinkthroughthinkingofhavingbroughtupMr.andMrs.Jamesfromthecountrytogotothetheatrelastnight,andhishavingpaidforaprivateboxbecauseourorderwasnothonoured,andsuchapoorplaytoo.IwroteaverysatiricallettertoMerton,thewinemerchant,whogaveusthepass,andsaid,“Consideringwehadtopayforourseats,wedidourbesttoappreciatetheperformance.”Ithoughtthislinerathercutting,andIaskedCarriehowmanyp’stherewereinappreciate,andshesaid,“One.”AfterIsentofftheletterIlookedatthedictionaryandfoundthereweretwo.Awfullyvexedatthis.

           DecidednottoworrymyselfanymoreabouttheJames’s;for,asCarriewiselysaid,“We’llmakeitallrightwiththembyaskingthemupfromSuttononeeveningnextweektoplayatBézique.”

           April25.—InconsequenceofBrickwelltellingmehiswifewasworkingwonderswiththenewPinkford’senamelpaint,Ideterminedtotryit.Iboughttwotinsofredonmywayhome.Ihastenedthroughtea,wentintothegardenandpaintedsomeflower-pots.IcalledoutCarrie,whosaid:“You’vealwaysgotsomenewfangledcraze;”butshewasobligedtoadmitthattheflower-potslookedremarkablywell.Wentupstairsintotheservant’sbedroomandpaintedherwashstand,towel-horse,andchestofdrawers.