Sunday, 12 March 1865

G. woke me at 5, but only to say ― [“]Ἀς μὴ πάμε ἐχεῖ, διότι βρέχει, κὶ δὲν εἶναι καθαρός ὁ καιρὸς.”[1]

So I gave up all idea of going out, & slept till 8. After breakfast, letters from Julia Goldsmid, & Ellen; the first pleasant, the second much annoyed by Richard B.’s continued persecutions. ― Wrote to ^[during the day]

T. Cooper
S.W. Clowes.
W.G. Clark,
Mrs. H.J. Bruce

Colored partly a few of the Corniche drawings ― & at 1. went to Mr. Lyons & lunched. A tedious good sort of gossip ― Τὶ ζωή τρέχωσι αὐτο![2]

At 3, could not “bring myself” to go to church, so walked slowly to the “Orangine” ― but the narrow walled lanes & passing omnibuses & carriages greatly bothered & fritted me, nor did the views from the beclosed-up hills atone in any way.

When I came back at 6, G. was out, but soon returned, & at 6.45. dinner ―

G. seemed unwell ― but how can one tell, or what allowances should one but make for men so placed?

Wrote all the evening.

[1] Let us not go there, because it is raining and the weather is not clear (NB).

[2] What a life they lead!

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

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