A bad month.

Fine day though. ― Began to pack furibondiously.

Went to Macbeans. ――― Then searched for moddles, ― & meeting Newton, walked home with him. Then engaged 3 modular moddles & went home & “packed” again.

At 1 Moddle came ― nasty brutes μου φαινεται παντοτε.1

At 3½ he went, & I packed, more or less till 6, when, going out to call on Cholmondeley, lo!  ― “Margaret Sermoneta” & the Duke below. Kind good M. Knight! ― She had bought me 2 wrist studs in gold ― so pretty! as a ricordo:2 ― & happily I could receive them with a conscience, as I had put out a drawing of Másada, for Isabella, with 2 others of the Dead Sea & S. Sabbas. ――― The poor Duke seemed very sad & low.

Then I went to the Borghese ― but meeting Cholmondeley loitered & talked with him, whom I like more & more.

Returned to dine alone: but young Reilly came in later: a very nice youth: gentlemanlike & intelligent.

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

  1. I always think (GT). [↩]
  2. Keepsake. [↩]