Slept better: yet would not rise before 8. No letters. ―
Noise of front room distracting. ― Despair.
Could not apply to work: London kills all my energy, & confuses me wholly. ―
At 7½ I walked across the Park ― & at 8 was at T. Baring’s.
There were Mrs. B. ― looking unwell ― alas! how silly! ― & Maltby ― (afterwards I found him to be a friend of Tom Lushington, & he had been lately at P.H. ―) ― Sir G. Grey ― one of the most agreeable of men ever. ― Lord John Hay. ― & Layard.
A very pleasant dinner in all ways. ―
After all went ― Baring & I smoked & sate till late: ― he is thoroughly kind & good: & always ― it seems to me, improving & improved.
Walked home: ― nearly 1. ―
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]