Before I close my diary for tonight I must record that I wrote today, in poor Hartright’s interest, to two of my mother’s old friends in London⁠—both men of influence and position. If they can do anything for him, I am quite sure they will. Except Laura, I never was more anxious about anyone than I am now about Walter. All that has happened since he left us has only increased my strong regard and sympathy for him. I hope I am doing right in trying to help him to employment abroad⁠—I hope, most earnestly and anxiously, that it will end well.