Wednesday, 3 February 1858

Pretty nearly as cold ― but clearing ― & toward noon, fine.

Rose at 8 ― & suddenly finished the Walter’s ― & began a small painting of olives, ― at which I worked till 3½, when seeing Lushington going out, I joined him, & walked by the new Parguenote road round to the marshes & Potamó ― & nearer Corfu, we met Sir J.R. ― & all returned together. L.’s millenial corpse-like stiltiness contrasts oddly with the older Sir J.R.’s warmth & bustial=forth ((Or perhaps “bustial=froth.”)) joviality. Certainly, good as I know L. to be, he is most mirabiliously unsatisfactory as a companion. ― At home by 6½. Dined alone. Wrote to Ann afterward. Sent (£2 in all) to Lady Valsamachi, Mrs. Loughman, & Lady Reid today, ― & Calabria to Clark. Kind notes from all.

Unwell all night ― diarrhoea.

X1

[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]

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