November 30.—
I have heard nothing
of Mr. Arnold. Indeed it is hardly possible
that I should: we are shut up here from
all commerce with the world. My mother's
illness has confined her to her bed-chamber; we admit no visitors, and I
never leave her. I long to know how he
takes the ingratitude of his mistress; but
I see nobody who converses with him.
My brother and Miss Burchell are the
only people we see. The latter is pretty
often with us: as for Sir George, he only
looks in upon us now-and-then, and we
all seem in an aukward situation. I wish
my mother were well enough to call on
Mr. Arnold: I am very anxious to know
what his sentiments are; at least in regard
to Mrs. Gerrarde.
