Dull gray damp no sun.

Wrote till 12, & walked with the dear old Adml.

After lunch, walked alone towards Idsworth & over the down, “with weary steps.” played with lambs: came over the down.

A cold dark sadness. ― Now then I really know that Ann is gone: ― but this grows stranger & stranger , & I think it absurd for one to be left here.

Unwell also, & uneasy inside.

Dinner: the Adml. anxious about James, who has not come ― tho’ Friday was fixed by him.

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