Strange dream of life.
Various letters. ― Packed, & went off.
Thence to Drummonds, whence I drew out 350£ & in a cab took “them” to the city. ― Mr. Scott, & the routine of the Dividends, wh. somehow to day seemed easy. ― Then I called on W.N. ― but all were away, ― so I returned to the Bells, & there I lunched. (O! dear kind Mrs. Bell! Now you worry me, & won’t let me sit anywhere but where you please! ―) Kinder & better people than these are not. The day is bitter cold but dry. Thence I walked home: ― wrote: ― & at 5 went over to N°. 9 ― to see Willie Beadon ― a nice lad, but he looks delicate. ― How curious is all the old fine “gentleman” blood! The lad is like a little model of every Norman lord. ― a nice good lad too ― by his face. ―― Then I walked to T. Wyatt’s ― where were Constance, Matt, & Harry, & Miss Miller, & later, Digby & his wife. I sang much. & at 11 came in a cab, with Miss M.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]