Dull gray damp no sun.
Wrote till 12, & walked with the dear old Adml. ―
After lunch, walked alone towards Idsworth & over the down, “with weary steps.” played with lambs: came over the down.
A cold dark sadness. ― Now then I really know that Ann is gone: ― but this grows stranger & stranger , & I think it absurd for one to be left here.
Unwell also, & uneasy inside.
Dinner: the Adml. anxious about James, who has not come ― tho’ Friday was fixed by him.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]