X ― a horrid state of things.
It was difficult to go without seeing her again, but the drawbacks & chances of staying are too painful. So at 12 I walked up the down, young Frankland having proposed to ride or walk with me part of the way. This lad’s company was a great pleasure ― involving very little exertion on my part, for he is lively, & having been 5 years at Gibraltar, full of Spanish fun, which he pronounces well. His mare Fanny, wa also one well worth seeing, & so, all over these wide quiet downs with the calm bright sea ― the hours passed delightfully.
Only ― ever the cold weary feeling ― something is gone. Farther we came close to Carisbrook, & then, instead of getting a Fly at Newport, I turned towards Calbourne ― stopping at a small Beer-shop for a glass of ale “are you a traveller, Sir?” We passed Swainston, & Calbourne ― memories all of persons gone. ― & just beyond, Frankland left me. Light hearted, but good & intellingent fellow. ―――
So I walked on: ― Newbridge: ― a new place not in my map: & so by windy roads ― with always a quiet beauty beyond ― to Yarmouth by 6.30.
“George” Hotel ―an old building. ― Good rooms ― & good plain dinner.
A fortnight at this hour 8 or 9 ― I was with that dear dear Ann. ―
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]