Very fine ― cloudless.

Worked from 9½ to 12 ― at Damascus, when

M. & E. Parkyns
T. & E. Abraham
Ge. Bethell,
Mr. Morier,
C. Church,
& Dickenson came.

So work was at an end: & at 2.30 I walked to Holman Hunts. The portrait he is doing vexes me: & so does a plan of future painting, from Clarences’s dream. ― He himself is always one of the best men I have ever known.

Thence I walked to Friths ―out. Omnibus to city, & saw Mrs. Bell. (Mr. B. out.) Whatever the Weld case may be, it is certainly a stunner.

Buss back to Regent St. & tried to dine at the St. James’s Hotel: But they kept me so long, that I grew ill ― & paid 4/ for next to nought.

Back by 8.30 & found F.L. had been, & had left a note.

Took medicine ― Bowels don’t act now a days ― & bother abounds.

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