February 9. 1860. Thursday

I dined at the Farywol’s today. They are at the top of the local high class in Hobsford and I went there for dinner today. Mia didn’t come, no matter how much I tried. It occurred to me immediately that Mr Farywol is a very short man. If i was a child, I would recognize him as a fairytale dwarf, but the man was the most delightfull host I have ever seen. It was really a pitty that Mia didn’t come.
He asked me at once, not to call him Mr Farywol. That seemed to him, to stiff. He wanted me to ither call him Ferdinand or Fery. Most of his closest friends called him Fery, as an inside joke amongst friends. I, on the other hand started calling him Ferdinand to begin with. His wife, however insisted in being called Mrs Farywol. We didn’t speak much, as it seemed to me, she didn’t really enjoy either mine or Ferdinand’s company.
We had beef for dinner, and I must say that their chef is really superb. We talked about William for a while, yet it didn’t seem like he had known William that well. “Old Willie.” He called him. “he was a business connection of mine. Not much more, really.” Again, this does not slide into the picture I have of William. When we reached the point in the conversation where what they had been traiding came up, he just answered with “services.” Witch was all he said before changing topic.
The night went on and we had a few drinks. When it was time for me to leave, he told me to send my condolences to both Mia and Derek. I wonder if he ever met them in person.