Fine ever ― & not so cold ― sun poco. ―
Morning with ET chiefly. AT was in one of his irritating small=captions moods. I believe no other woman in all this world could live with him for a month. I walked alone to Murrow’s, & took leave of poor “Katie.” ― Then lunch ― & afterwards ― at 2 ― left in a car. ― It always wrings me to leave Farringord ― yet I doubt ― as once before ― if I can go again. I suppose it is the Anomaly of high souls & philosophic writings combined with slovenliness, selfishness, & morbid folly that prevents my being happy there: ― perhaps also ― vexation at myself for not being more so. The drive to Newport is hideous ― save just above Swainston ― & ditto to Ryde. It was past 5 before I got to a little Inn by the shore ― called ― … Vale ― close to Puckpool, & having dressed, the Landlord took me up by a path to the house ― a Swiss=like place ― with trees: a [battery] being on the shore. ― Here were De Vere, Mrs. D.V. ― Major Buchanan ―, & dear little Mary, who was very funny & nice. Dinner very pleasant ― & evening also ―: I read half Enoch Arden, & sang a good deal. De V. & B. walked down with me at 11.
Buchanan tells a sad story of the Clarks: ― Mrs. C. it seems “devellopped [sic] her complaint,” in the street at Malta ― & he was ordered to leave the Island: ― they are at Woolwich. ―
We had long talks of Corfû days “the past” ― as Mrs. D.V. says.
 Not much.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]