for me, but � I was Ned�s brother, and it was therefore inferred
needed propitiation. They cannot give you credit for a common sense
respect for the right of others to do as they please. I don�t object, and
will be as evil to my Chinnerian sister in law as is compatible with
out several natures, will like her as much as I can, but why the
devil am I to be bored thus? They do these things better in America.
When Swinton married his friends didn�t outlaw him, although I think
they had scarcely seen the lady till the wedding morning. You do as you
please, sans dictation open or covert, and things arrange themselves natu-
rally. / We left at 7, and to Bishopgate, there, as
I had promised Mrs Barth to visit the Williams�, in Artillery Lane.
It is a narrow passage, leading from the thoroughfare, and their house
an old fashioned public house, with low floors, and queerly shaped rooms.
You go through the bar, and bar parlor, thence upstairs, where we found
Mrs Williams & Waylon, with their husbands, also Mrs Barth.
Here the time passed more pleasantly, especially after the mother was
gone, (she conducting herself in the usual style.) There was much
singing at the piano, of course. I like Eliza, (Mrs Williams) much
the better of the two. The other, though fair and innocent looking, has
conceit of her singing, and I think, inclines to pride herself over her sister
on account of the �profession� of her husband. She takes much after her
mother, both in feature and style. Eliza, now, has a kind, womanly face,
thinks less of herself, and I think, sees a little that her mother is not al-
together to be believed in. When Waylon, (whom I like immensely,) and
his wife had left; Mr Williams and his wife fell to talking of their
wooing. There was less management on the part of Mrs B, than I had
supposed, she only abetting, (when she found Williams� had position.)