G. woke me at 5, but only to say ― [“]Ἀς μὴ πάμε ἐχεῖ, διότι βρέχει, κὶ δὲν εἶναι καθαρός ὁ καιρὸς.”
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]
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!
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.
 Let us not go there, because it is raining and the weather is not clear (NB).
 What a life they lead!
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]