Wallington, Cambo, Northumberland. Nov 1 Dearest Mother. I must tell you that I am being the very respectable member of society, nor am I likely to lead Lady Digby or Lord Bellper into any mischief, and I feel sure that I could derive nothing but profit from association with Sir William and Lady Church. They are nice old things, however; I like them. Lady Digby won by [sic] heart by enquiring tenderly after Hugo and making very charming remarks about him. He came up and sat by her at a ball: "So few young men will do that" said she. Indeed I do not suppose that she usually has a train of youthful beaux. The only other guest is a Miss Luttrell - "One of the Somersetshire Luttrells, you know" said Lady T [Trevelyan]. "Oh yes" says I, but my state of ignorance about the Somersetshire Luttrells is really deplorable. It's only equalled by Miss Ls state of ignorance about everything else.
Moll met me at the station and we ran on along the road together till the carriage, with all the other people in the black dark of its inside, overtook us. Moll then caused them much trepidation by riding to Cambo on the step so that she might be able to jump off at the right moment. Lady T. told me this delightful tale: the bailiff came to Sir George the other day and said he really thought that Sir G. should rebuild a wall at Cambo: "It is really not safe" said he "and it is a wall Mrs Charles is always walking along." Sir George recognized the danger at once and it is being rebuilt. After dinner we played very feeble Bridge. Lord Bellper was my partner and he was the only one who knew anything of the game. Nevertheless we never scored a point! Sir George and Sir William might have won our fortunes from us if they had been so minded. The men breakfasted early and went off shooting. Lady T. asked me anxiously if I would not rather breakfast with them, but I stoutly refused and came down like a lady at 9. Since when I have been having the agreeable chat with Lady Church and Lady Digby. I lunch with Moll and spend the afternoon with her. It's a delicious day. Ever your extremely well behaved daughter Gertrude.

(All the same, I hope we shall walk on a wall this afternoon!)