Rose at 7. & “Packed.” Cloudy & very cold.
Sent letters to George, & Παραμυθιόττι.
At 10.30 ― went to Days about the Lithographic stones. Mr. Dart: so I wrote ― ordering some to be sent to Stratford Place.
At 12 ― to Victoria Station, & rail by 1.15 to 3 Bridges ―& to Horsham & Petworth by 3.30. No fly from there, I walked to Burton. The old days of sand & fern & heath ― & the memories of those hills! how foolish. ― Found Mrs. T.F. ― & sate & talked with her: what a sweet countenance & voice she has: & they bring up their children well. Only Gordon & Reginald & the 2 little youngest girls here. ― Found myself in the room above lead, & asked for another ― getting one higher ― but all shut up with trees. N’importa.
At 6. in the drag with Mrs. T.F. & Regld. To Station ― where we took up Fairbairn. He is always hearty & kindly.
At 7.40 dinner: al solito excellent. Talk with F. about pictures ― Daddy Hunt &c. Poor Mrs. F. so γαστρωμένη to be worn out. Played a little & sung a little ― & sate with F. Afterwards.
Κι ὃμως ― hate τὸ σπῆτι τοῦτο ὣ ς σπῆτι ἀλλ’ ἀγαπῶ τοὺς οἰκοκύρους.
Bed at 11.
Horrid cold: even they complain constantly.
 Doesn’t matter.
 Pregnant (NB).
 But still ― I hate this house so much as a house, but I love the landlords (NB).
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]