November 1, 1845.
All to-day, Friday, Miss Mitford has been here! She came at two and went away at seven — and I feel as if I had been making a five-hour speech on the corn laws in Harriet Martineau’s parliament; . . . so tired I am. Not that dear Miss Mitford did not talk both for me and herself, . . . for that, of course she did. But I was forced to answer once every ten minutes at least — Continue reading “#143”