Saturday, 6 September 1862

Gray.

Worked at the Psororoũs, & actually finished it, & took it in a cab to Foords ― had it framed in, & then took it to 61. Eaton Place, where I lunched.

Home by 3 or 4. Poor dear old Psororoũs!

Well. ―

At 3.40. went to Waterloo Station ― & by 5 was at Putney ― & soon at the Granard Lodge. (Lady Webster’s, but let to H. Farquhar.) Mrs. F. came in ― after I had been all about the beautiful gardens: & I talked a while. she has much good sense & is a good woman. ―

Bye & bye H.F. ― Theophilus Clive & Mrs. C. came.

But the dinner was not interesting: & difficult to get through: ― pity ―: since the host & hostess are kindly folk.

And the evening was peggior.[1]

Bed at 11.30.

The good old Archibishop of Canterbury died to day. ――

 


[1] Worse.


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

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