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February 3

H⁠⸺ B⁠⸺ invited me to tea to meet his fiancée.

Rather pleased with the invitation⁠—I don’t know why, for my idea of myself is greater than my idea of him and probably greater than his idea of himself.

Yet I went and got shaved, and even thought of buying a new pair of gloves, but poverty proved greater than vanity, so I went with naked hands. On arriving at Turnham Green, I removed my spectacles (well knowing how much they damage my personal appearance). However, the beauty of the thing was that, though I waited as agreed, he never turned up, and so I returned home again, crestfallen⁠—and, with my spectacles on again.