Slept extreme. Rose at 7.15.
Accounts ― after breakfast & then worked all day at Tyrants ― stopping to write a most absurd lot of stories for the little F.’s ― & also to write to Mrs. Clive, from whom came a letter ― sad enough ― about H. Mildmay’s illness.
& at 5 I went out. The coldest day yet here ― for I had to wear gloves for the first time ― a test. To Mrs. Smith Barry ― where I sate & talked nonsense & sang.
Home by 6.30.
Heard G. read.
Penned out till 10.30 ― up to the Finale drawings. ―
Bed at 11.
 Nobody came.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]