September 20th
"Their understanding begins to swell."
Three o'clock was seen by most at Fitzwilliam House only through the insides of their eyelids. They had been awake not too long before, celebrating Lord Fitzwilliam's birthday in the ostentatious, merry style that was the mark of anything organized by his wife. If his mother, Lady Constance, and her friends thought her successor might have done better to present Lord Fitzwilliam with an heir rather than a party, it was privately done. The evening had declared been thoroughly delightful by all who spoke. Those asked to stay the night, mainly family, would politely repeat their congratulations over a very late breakfast.
