but read, talks of going on the stage, etc.
Shared a bottle of stout with him, which I�d bought
on my way uptown in the rain, and we talked.
He related much of his London life about town. Al-
ways the same fellow � there can be no change in him.
Had a legacy of two or three hundred pounds and
knocked it all down in dissipation in a few weeks.
Lost a good berth in business, didn�t try to obtain
another and came to New York on a sudden whim.
He wouldn�t make a bad comic actor but the life
is, at first, a hard one, needs industry and express
one to temptation towards drunkenness which would be
fatal to Cahill. Father was an Irishman.
17. Sunday. Chores. A sultry walk to 16th
street, Haney out. Cahill in my room, for a book.
To 16th street again, after tea, little Nast supping
with Haney. Left them at Edwards� to Chapin�s
(the church closes henceforth till September) then re-
joined them. Two Californians present, another visitor,
besides Haney & Nast aforesaid. The girls, more
than ever threw Haney and me over, with the ex-
caption of Sally. They just shake hands with us, then
talk to others the whole of the evening. Sally knows
there�s something amiss, suspects indefinity, wants to
remedy it. Haney and I talked it over; he a
good deal hurt and melancholy about it, I affected in
my degree. Shall incontinently commence a sliding
scale of decreasing visits and the hitherto pleasant