Sep 6 Red Barns, Coatham, Redcar. Dearest Mother. I have returned Rupert and the Mariage M. to the Grosvenor and La bonne Souffrance to Haas. The John Charles Bell children arrive at 2 and the Boulbys are coming to tea, so I don't expect I should have time to write to you this afternoon. The piano is at this moment walking into the house! I hear its fairy tread.
Mrs C. can have me and evidently wants me to go, so my visit is fixed for the 10th.

As for work, it's almost hopeless, there are so many things to be done here and at Clarence.

One can't help constantly thinking of the poor Carlisles. What a wicked malevolent Providence rules over the world, if Providence there be. One rises up on useless reBellion against the needless pointless sorrow that people have to suffer.

I had carelessly torn up Mrs C.'s pathetic note, but I send it all the same. Your affectionate daughter Gertrude