May 2nd 1853
Josiah is not himself, I am sorry to record. I shall not write much at the moment as he is downstairs and in one of the darkest tempers I have seen. I do not know what has caused this particular bout of anger, but I must do all I can to calm him. He spoke so sharply to Villiers at breakfast that I had to intervene. Villiers is in the servants’ kitchen now, crying, and I have only come up to my rooms to look for smelling salts. I hope this mood does not last, as I have asked Papa to come for supper. I shall see what this afternoon brings before deciding whether or not to put him off from coming.