Sill colder: awful. I don’t think I could ever bear this home again in cold weather.
Letter from Mrs. Waite ― poor W.N. remains the same. ― At 9.40 left ― & was in London by 11½ or 12. ―― Several letters ― & some to answer. Then called on Foords, & at W. & Newtons, & then to Holman Hunt’s, whose picture is nearly done now. What a genuine man is that! ― Gambart came ― a bore ― & we had to go.
I returned to Stratford Place: & am writing till it is time to go to the Blue Posts. ―
I can hardly hope to get off this week.
At 8 I went to the Blue Posts, & dined with C. Fortescue who is in better force than usually in these days.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]