Fine, dim & warm all day. ― Went early, carrying the most of my roba to 9 Condotti, where the last carpet was being laid down. ― After which, I sorted & arranged books, clothes, & drawings until 1. Then I came to the the Inn, & lunched with Tyrwhitt, & walked with him to Mons Sacer. ― All the Campagna was blurred & dim, yet still beautiful. T. seems a kindly & an interesting & clever fellow: he is Widower of a sister of Roddam Stanhope. ― At 5 I called on the Knights; ― at 6 Table d’hôte.
No George. ―
The Dr.’s emotion when the stupid waiter covered him with Soda water, ― & the Waiter’s reply ― “non dubitate! Non abbi paura! macchie non ci saranno! ―” ―1
So at 10 I came to bed. ― But how I wish my poor good servant were come. ― as I [know] how he suffers. ― The first day of 1860. ―
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]
- “Do not doubt! fear not! There will be no spots!” [↩]