undertake to be good to her children. She had
better not leave any.

October 26.

Our Canterbury scheme took place as proposed, and
very pleasant it was--Harriot and I and little
George within, my brother on the box with the
master coachman.

* * * * *

Our chief business was to call on Mrs. Milles, and
we had, indeed, so little else to do that we were
obliged to saunter about anywhere and go backwards
and forwards as much as possible to make out the
time and keep ourselves from having two hours to
sit with the good lady--a most extraordinary
circumstance in a Canterbury morning.

Old Toke came in while we were paying our visit. I
thought of Louisa. Miss Milles was queer as usual,
and provided us with plenty to laugh at. She
undertook in _three words_ to give us the history
of Mrs. Scudamore's reconciliation, and then
talked on about it for half an hour, using such
odd expressions, and so foolishly minute, that I
could hardly keep my countenance.

* * * * *

Owing to a difference of clocks the coachman did
not bring the carriage so soon as he ought by half
an hour; anything like a breach of punctuality was
a great offence, and Mr. Moore was very angry,
which I was rather glad of. I wanted to see him
angry; and, though he spoke to his servant in a
very loud voice and with a good deal of heat, I
was happy to perceive that he did not scold
Harriot at all. Indeed, there is nothing to object
to in his manners to her, and I do believe that he
makes her--or she makes herself--very happy. They
do not spoil their boy.

* * * * *

George Hatton[273] called yesterday, and I saw
him, saw him for ten minutes; sat in the same room
with him, heard him talk, saw him bow, and was not
in raptures. I discerned nothing extraordinary. I
should speak of him as a gentlemanlike young
man--_eh bien! tout est dit._ We are expecting the
ladies of the family this morning.