Monday, 13 February 1865

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.

Ἥλθε κανεῖς.[1]

& 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.

Dined.

Heard G. read.

Penned out till 10.30 ― up to the Finale drawings. ―

Bed at 11.


[1] Nobody came.


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

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