He either has not the sense or the power to follow my example, though he does try to conceal his uneasiness as well as he can; but still, it will appear in his face, and his ill-humour will peep out at intervals, though not in the expression of open resentment--they never go far enough for that.

But I confess I do feel jealous at times, most painfully, bitterly so; when she sings and plays to him, and he hangs over the instrument, and dwells upon her voice with no affected interest; for then I know he is really delighted, and I have no power to awaken similar fervour.

I can amuse and please him with my simple songs, but not delight him thus.
28th .-- Yesterday, we all went to the Grove, Mr.Hargrave's much-neglected home.

His mother frequently asks us over, that she may have the pleasure of her dear Walter's company; and this time she had invited us to a dinner-party, and got together as many of the country gentry as were within reach to meet us.

The entertainment was very well got up; but I could not help thinking about the cost of it all the time.