Saturday. Rose at eight o'clock in the morning. Sat down to my toilet.
From eight to nine. Shifted a patch for half an hour before I could determine it. Fixed it above my left eyebrow.
From nine to twelve. Drank my tea and dressed.
From twelve to two. At chapel. A great deal of good company. Mem: the third air in the new opera. Lady Blithe dressed frightfully.
From three to four. Dined. Miss Kitty called upon me to go to the opera before I was risen from the table.
From dinner to six. Drank tea. Turned off a footman for being rude to Veney.
Six o'clock. Went to the opera. I did not see Mr.Froth till the beginning of the second act. Mr.Froth talked to a gentleman in a black wig. Bowed to a lady in the front box.
Between twelve and one. Dreamed that Mr.Froth lay at my feet and called me Indamora.
Sunday. Indisposed
From the Diary of a lady of fashion, reported in Bath by Edith Sitwell
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