23 May

Invited to an evening party at Miss Lucy Brown's. Miss Prism, with the assistance of my dear guardian, absolutely forced me to go. They said it is a good *social opportunity* (!) and that my grandfather (RIP) would wish it. Under great protest I went, but arrived late. But then the *entire* party was left waiting by Miss Brown. I *loathe* waiting. Even for 5 minutes. I was entirely *surrounded* by *infants*! I told them all that I am 20, and they subsided. When Miss Brown arrived, she wanted to play party games. I felt ill and left *immediately*. Miss Prism says she doubts very much that I will be asked again.