Friday, 21 March 1862

Quite gray all day ― & as if it would rain.

Painted at Fairbairn’s Florence ― (but irregularly & not very well: houses ― duomo ― hills.) up till 6.15. Lunching at 2 ― Sir C. Sargent calling, & sitting a while. I fancy one likes him as well as ever one would could or should.


No end of indignation & bother: & afterwards, of dim sight ― & weary nerves.

Did not go out at all.

Dined at 7.30. The Maudes tolerably quiet.

But, Giorgio told me that he had just heard of Karalambi being ill ― the Measles I fancy ― for 2 days ― only they sent yesterday when we were away.

So he is gone to Kastrades ― “I like to give him his medicine me:” ― says the good man. I trust the boy will get well.

Penned out Lérici drawings ― till nearly 11. ― This time last year ― at Freshwater; & sad enough.

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


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