Woke up. Argued with Edwards over suitability of trousers. Have finally convinced him that black is the world's only decent colour.
9 AM:
Locked self in library and enjoyed blessed solitude for an hour. Re-read Lear. Edmund's fate far too painless.
10 AM:
Breakfast with Georgiana. Still convincing her to prefer music over mathematics. Will tell her that I did myself (unfortunately true) if all else fails. Decreed that she will not pronounce her name 'George-ayna' on pain of dancing.
10:30 AM:
Left G. to her studies and went to Ancaster House. Convinced Uncle to cut rents if winter is harsh (it will be).
Milton begged a larger allowance. Uncle thinks him gambling it away and refused.
Loaned M. one thousand pounds. Will certainly never see it again.
Paid Aunt proper attention. The dog should have been drowned at birth.
Talked to Cecily. Somehow ended up giving her two hundred pounds. Head hurts.
Spent very pleasant quarter-hour with Fitzwilliam and Eleanor. E & I strongly tempted to hide in secret passages for duration of tonight's ball, but too undignified. F. supposedly making inroads with merchant heiress of no breeding. Will convince him out of it.
11:30 AM:
Bingley in love again. Convinced him out of it. Again. Thanked the Almighty for preservation from such foolishness on my part, and requested aid in avoiding the Lennox sisters. Too tall, alas, to hide in windows as once did. Will look threatening instead. If still importuned, will invent an insult clever enough to offend whole room. Perhaps then will be left in peace.