[McEntee writes Thursday] I slept but little last night on account of anxiety about Maurice. I determined to talk with him and I could not get to sleep for thinking what I should say to him. After breakfast I called him out back of the house and had a long talk with him, but not a very satisfactory one. I fear he is beyond all help. He did promise me he would stay at home and not go down the hill, but he did go all the same. I told him the doors would not be left unlocked for him and the servants had been told that they need not get up for him, and if he was not in when we retired he would have to remain out. He was not violent as I feared he might be. Oh! what a trouble he is to us and how powerless we are to do any thing. Laura seems no better but Sara says is no worse. Downing came in unexpectedly while we were at tea on his way from Albany where he has been on business. I hear nothing further from Church nor from Sarony. I spend my time working about the place to keep the days from being a burden. I long for my studio and wonder if I will be any happier after I get there. I hope to when I get to work. I wrote to Mrs. Winter today that I was coming down on Monday.