Colder ― foggier, ― drearier, ― darker.
Wrote all day ― but as many receipts had to be written, I only managed 22 of the letters asking for the tin.
Only Terrick Hamilton, kind old man ― 82 ― & bringing his 3..3.
Verily ― how much kindness there is! &, spite of my boorish crusty nature ― there must be much good in it to call forth such kindly feeling from so many ― & so different beings!
At 4 ― walked to the poor Crakes ― & to Fosters ― which last were in. Vague ― good folk.
Returned to dine alone: reading G. Sand’s Consuêlo ― & answering perpetual notes.
So ends November.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]