apprehension of her son�s proving to be the drowned German.
I fancy Sol�s state of mind, as he lay on his bed,
when his mother entered the room � he being fully per-
suaded she knew of his recent proceedings. The gas
burnt low and he didn�t want her to turn it up � so
Wood says. �I�ve no doubt� added he �that she
came to the conclusion that he was infernally drunk.�
The events of the night didn�t end here. At a later
period Sol received a visit from no other individual
than Covill � who came to beg Mr Eytinge to step round
to see his wife, as she was in hysterics &c!!! And
Sol went. Wood believes he goes there every day,
now. While standing conversing with him
I was accosted by Miss Brown, Damoreau�s sister.
She lives, at present, at Springfield, having employ-
ment there. Charley entirely neglects her, not having
informed her of the birth of his child. Nor do any of
her brothers write to her. She spake of him with an
affectation of ease ill-concealing embittered affection. She
looked not very well dressed, and the gray in her hair
has increased. I walked with her up-town-wards as far
as Bleecker Street. It was a cold sunny day, Broad-
way all alive, and as the lonely old maid disappeared
in the throng of gaily dressed promenaders, I thought
Charley�s small heart might yet ache for this some day.
Her London brother does not write to her, either.
Drawing, hard, till late at night.
23. Tuesday. Down town, and drawing.