My dear Susan Did I not tell you last night or some other time that I was to dine at Rosses today. If I have not I certainly intended to do so. Your likeness is too highly coloured. It looks as if you had been under excitement and very angry as far as the cheeks are concerned when it was taken therefore you had better try another or two to get a correct one while you are about it. I sent both mine. They are indifferent. Strange to say the McLean person I enquired for spoke of old Murdoch my taylor at home and gave me a great deal of news about my Highland friends in all quarters. She is the wife of an Englishman who was Capt and part owner of a ship lost on the Sydney coast & is now mate of a vessel bound to England. She is a nice person. You and I must go to see her. She knew me before I spoke to her although she never cast eyes on me before. I do not think I shall go home tonight as I have to meet parties here at 8 tomorrow. I am my dear Susan Your affectionate Donald McLean I called on Mr Hunter today and shall soon go to see Mr Hargreaves also. What more do you wish me to do? Good bye. What a foolish idea of mine to suppose my McLean friend to have been a servant at Cole's. She is living at Cole's parsonage which occasions the mistake but I am often blundering like yourself. How is Mamma today. She would not speak to me yesterday.