Sunday] November the 5 [1815]
This is Sunday. After I had dressed myself, I wrapped a large flannel shawl round me and my book and sat myself down by my window. After I sat some time with my eyes oftener cast to the road than on my book, I beheld my friends coming up the avenue--Mr. and Miss Beamish. -- After we had dined, Maria, Charlotte, and myself, with Mr. B., took a walk to Mrs. Potts. We found Mrs. Brinley there. I requested the pleasure of her company to tea at the Grove, but she declined the invitation. We sit some time and then took our leave of the two widows. We came home through the walk of the castle. When we arrived, we found Mr. and Mrs. Allen here. They spent the evening with us. --Mr. B. has taken my bed tonight.