The future �Hans Breitmann.�
reau afterwards to Haney�s and to a German
place in Spring Street, where we played a game
at billiards Returned to my attic at midnight,
the night as dreary as my own thoughts and condition.
28. Wednesday. Diarrhaeish. To Harper�s.
Quoth John Bonner, �Your handwriting is so like
Banks� that I thought your M.S. was his and
put it aside. I�ll read it to-day.� To �Courier�
office, Briggs and Watson there, with the latter to
Crook and Duff�s. Damoreau came. To Frank
Leslie�s, to Haney�s and meeting Stephens the ar-
tist, with him to the �Vanity Fair� office, where I
was introduced to Leland, the editor, Frank
Wood�s successor. Up-ton, the sunlight coming
out again. Writing, to Hannah. Haney came
to supper, by 8 � to 745 with him. The
three girls there, father and mother at the theatre.
Talk, at the table and by the fireside, Eliza asleep
in an arm-chair, Sally conversing with me, Ha-
ney with Mat, and generally. George Edwards
came in and bored me, but a lot of telegraph talk
which cut in between little confidences with Sally
about herself. Anne came too, with her brother
and later Mr. and Mrs. Edwards, the latter of
whom most kindly invited me to to-morrow�s thanks-
giving dinner. Walked home with Haney at mid-
night, talking of things by the way.