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.]