Tuesday. — We all went to Mrs. Bowdler's.
Mr. Bowdler, a very worthy, extremely little man (much less than Sam Crisp, I assure you, Mrs. Bowdler), appeared to-day; but only appeared, for he was shy, and spoke not. I have neglected to mention that the eldest Miss Bowdler, by a dreadful cold, has quite lost her voice — lost all possible power of speech! I never heard of so extraordinary or so horrible a circumstance; she has been wholly dumb for three years. She seems perfectly resigned, and very mild and patient; but it is really painful to be in a room with her.