Dearest Diary, Day five:
Shouted for Cotter until he
mircaculously appeared at my shoulder, bearing ink, yet quite unable to
offer an explanation for his absence. Damn his impertinence! If he
weren't so indispensable I should have him horse-whipped to the Labour
Exchange.
Have ordered daily mercury baths for Cavendish, who insists the fuzzy-wuzzies remain restless. Will have Wheeler telephone Ca vendish's tailor, a loathsome little Israelite at the wrong end of Jermyn Street, at the first opportunity regarding the calico.
Tippi says Balfour should resign. I was obliged to remind her that a
young lady need not concern herself with the affairs of gentlemen.
Suspect she may harbour sympathies for Mrs. Pankhurst.
Father is furious!
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