Friday, 11 December 1863

Dark ―― cold ― dreary ―― dry.

Few letters. Wrote 14 or 15. & went to Day’s. They promise to have the book out on the 18th or 19th. Called on T. Wyatt’s ― & lunched there, & saw poor Constance.

Walked to the Zoological Gardens: & staid there till 3.30 or 4 ― & walked home.

Wrote till 6. Very poorly. ――― but to D. Wyatt’s ― & foreboding discomfort.


[Miss Plumptse ― affected & not agreable
? for they didn’t introduce me.
Rev ― … Plumtse ― a most revolting disgusting Don ― full of conceit.
(Ha! Ha! Can this be the new Dean of Wells?)
Mrs. D.W. always bright, amiable, & full of intellect.
EL: generally unpleasant ― but now particularly so
Mr. Hawkins ― a tory ― loud-speaking, & a bore.
Matt ― a good boy
D. Wyatt]

So the evening was slow & not pleasant.

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


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