Excess of irritation alone. Very fine all day: what a year of weather this! ― Wrote to Mrs. BlackmoreBaringDickenson & Mrs. Husey Hunt. Painted at the Masada ― pretty well. Dickenson came. ―

At 4 walked to Bolton St. & met S.W. Clowes. ― He is lame from a hurt ― & looks unwell somehow: ― the mind, which he takes little pains to improve ― shews that so it is: ― I wish it were otherwise.

Good kind Sir John Potter is dead. ―

S.W.C. seems set on going to Rome ― but I do not know how it can be managed: ― & I shirk the thought, even to myself.

We dined at the Blue Port’s at 6.30 ― & he went to the play ― I homewards at 7.30. ― Omnibus to Kensington. ― Penned out till 11 with H.H. who frets & talks of A.M. poor fellow.

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