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From My Apartments at Mrs. Moore's Miss Rawlins at her brothers; Mrs. Moore engaged in household matters; widow Bevis dressing; I have nothing to do but write. This cursed Tomlinson not yet arrived! -- Nothing to be done without him.
I think he shall complain in pretty high language of the treatment he met with yesterday. "What are our affairs to him? He can have no view but to serve us. Cruel to send back to town, un-audienced, unseen, a man of his business and importance. He never stirs afoot, but something of consequence depends upon his movements. A confounded thing to trifle thus humoursomely with such a gentleman's moments! -- These women think, that all the business of the world must stand still for their figaries (a good female word, Jack! ) the greatest triflers in the creation, to fancy themselves the most important beings in it -- marry come up! as I have heard goody Sorlings say to her servants, when she has rated at them with mingled anger and disdain."