No kiss. Asked her last night but she said she was not well enough and I not much in the humour for it. Said no more. Breakfast at 9 10/60. Albine came to tell me all was changed again. Sibbella going to Paris. Had asked her father for fifty pounds and was to have it, Albine seeming not sorry. I then went and talked to Miss MacLean. Heard all, she evidently delighted. I then went to Mrs MacLean in her bedroom. She hastened to tell me how handsomely old Coll had behaved. Had given her Sibbella fifty guineas. I calmly said she had asked for it according to my advice as I would not hear of her taking any of her five hundred, had rather she gave up the journey.
Sit some time in Mrs McLean’s sitting room. Somehow Miss McLean came to try the song Thou Art Gone Away From Me May. I hummed a bit. Mrs McLean got to singing together & got on beautifully together. She gave me a nice little ready-for-seal-cut specimen of isle of Rum bloodstone.1Rùm is one of the four small isles, north of Mull, in the inner hebrides. Sibella’s father Alexander Maclean was Laird of Rùm (as well as Coll, Muck, Quinish, Aros and Penmore – see journal entry for 28 July 1828 and Alexander Maclean Sinclair’s The Clan Gillean 1899 Haszard and Moore (p.383)). The isle of Rùm was formed from the core of an extinct volcano. Bloodstone hill was formed by lava flowing away from the centre of the volcano. Gas bubbles in the lava left holes in the rock which were later filled with green agate flecked with red, known as bloodstone. Polymath Anne would surely have known all this when she was gifted the bloodstone by Mrs Maclean.
Then went & sat in my own room with Miss McLean while she was sewing for me & wrote out now & after dinner the journals of Friday & Saturday last. Had not time to stir out. Dinner at 5. Came upstairs for near an hour. Tea at 8. Came up to bed at 10¼. Albine came & sat with me. She gave me the other day some little catechisms & gave me now a thick small 8vo Gaelic bible which I had before expressed some wish to have. She stayed a little while after Miss McLean came in. She evidently likes me so does Mrs MacLean, who told me this morning she had asked Hugh the French secret of having only two children and he said there was a little operation performed on the women, he knew it to be true. I smiled and said some one had made a gull of him. That operation would would be for past present and future and would be going too far, however I declined telling her more saying how could I know. Rain threatening day but kept fair.
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