on my last night�s visit, from Clare and his sister�s
reception. Yet Covill had intimated his intention
of seeing Mrs Eytinge, inquiring the address of Haney,
and saying he could get it from the Directory, if
refused information. The mother�s anxiety had
been excited by a newspaper description of a drowned
man, which she fancied, resembled Sol. Of course
I didn�t enlighten Clarence.
Writing to Hannah during the evening. Up till 12.
Pounden came up.
20. Saturday. Drawing till 2, rain pour-
ing down heavily out o� doors. Rawson Gill came
up. His mother, Mrs Gouverneur has been staying
here some two or three days. She is a handsome,
ill-bred, selfish cockneyish woman, has been twice
married, and will be again, as she thinks
of little else. She is well to do, having a pleasant
place up the Hudson, near West Point, where she
resides during the summer, coming to a New York
hotel for the benefit of balls and flirtations in
winter. She sheds her H�s right and left, is
prone to ask favors of everbody, to do little and
great meanesses, and to chatter. Withal she�s ra-
ther agreable when flattered, and in good humor �
and, as aforesaid, is pretty, as well as plump.
I had a chaffy conversation with her and Mrs
Potter, at the widow�s chamber door. Her room
adjoins mine, and after retiring, at night, we