The Diary of a Nobody

I intended to convey that our charming host and hostess were superior to the follies of fashion, and preferred leading a simple and wholesome life to gadding about to twopenny-halfpenny tea-drinking afternoons, and living above their incomes.

There is no doubt they are both under the impression I have apologised.

At last I wrote: “I thought I was the aggrieved party; but as I freely forgive you, you—feeling yourself aggrieved—should bestow forgiveness on me.” I have copied this verbatim in the diary, because I think it is one of the most perfect and thoughtful sentences I have ever written. I posted the letter, but in my own heart I felt I was actually apologising for having been insulted.

I walked home in silence; I couldn’t speak to them. I felt very dull all the evening, but deemed it advisable not to say anything to Carrie about the matter.

I never was so immensely tickled by anything I have ever said before.

Thought afterwards it would have been more dignified if I had pretended not to have heard him at all.

To-day was a day of annoyances.

Gowing is sometimes very tedious with his remarks, and not always cautious; and Carrie once very properly reminded him that she was present.

I would not argue with him any further. You cannot argue with people like that.

I consented, but felt I had been talked over.