“We are going back again.” Alas!
No letters ― save from Sir W. James, desiring me not to order a frame.
It was impossible to work, either in my study or in the room upstairs along of workmen & noise.
So I penned out in the little room next my bedroom. Later, Gush shewed me a note from M. Dos Santos ― “not knowing what to do” about the giving up the room. Meanwhile ― papering & painting go on. ― I write to him ― politefully on the subject.
Lunch ― & ἔπειτα, sleep. (X8B)
Penned again till 7. Then, went out, ― to call at F.L.’s intending to dine at Blue Posts afterwards. ― But returning ― met F.L. (Mrs. F. & the Boy are going on well ―) & talked long ― & it was too late to dine at Blue Posts, & I came home, & dined μοναχῶς, on cold beef ― greengages ― beer, & wine.
Since the “Portugese [sic] times” I find the Cooper’s never get out on Sunday at all ― in no manner.
Ὦ Χριστέ! your blessings are all after death!! ―
(Which is hard. ―
 “A hard thing.”
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]