April 11th.
Reading edition
SIR ROBERT is always hovering about the office and the lounge when I appear, and he always tries to engage me in talk. I can't understand it. He is insistent. He acts as if I fascinate him. Twice to-day I fairly ran away from him. I was afraid I would strike him. It makes me physically uncomfortable to have him so much as stand near me, even if he does not try to take my hand in greeting.
I fear I am not managing this matter very well. I am acting aimlessly, and in a sort of panic of the soul. This won't do.