CHAPTER XIX.
Twenty Second: Night .-- What have I done?
and what will be the end of it?
I cannot calmly reflect upon it; I cannot sleep.

I must have recourse to my diary again; I will commit it to paper to-night, and see what I shall think of it to-morrow.
I went down to dinner resolving to be cheerful and well-conducted, and kept my resolution very creditably, considering how my head ached and how internally wretched I felt.

I don't know what is come over me of late; my very energies, both mental and physical, must be strangely impaired, or I should not have acted so weakly in many respects as I have done; but I have not been well this last day or two.

I suppose it is with sleeping and eating so little, and thinking so much, and being so continually out of humour.

But to return.