Rose at 7. Rainy night ― but fine all today ―
I never knew so many consecutive months so very pleasant in England ― quâ climate.
Worked at the Jánina ―& still improved it. It is however no awfully bothering picture.
Saw Gush’s drawing of dear Ann ― which is very like ― tho’ not quite like. Wrote to Sarah, Mrs. F.S. ― & Fairbairn.
Walked out at 4.30. To the Z. Gardens, & back by 7.15.
Ἐγευμάτισα ― ὥς πάντοτε ― Μοναχῶς.
The Ouran Outan, eating bread & butter, & “propping” herself up in a shawl ― is a sight to see.
 I dined ― as usual ― alone (NB).
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]