Rose at 5. Arranged things ― & wrote. A thick sea fog. ―

Wrote journals ― as far as Tepelene. ― Breakfast (prayers first) & the 2 boys, very darling chaps indeed. Letter from Ann. ― French advanced to Milan. Wrote. ― Walk on downs with AT who read out the Lady of Astolât,  ― another version of Lady of Shalott: ― most wonderfully beautiful & affecting ― so that I cried like beans. The gulls on the cliff laughed.

Home by 3 ― & the rest of the afternoon went in nothing. E.T. is assuredly a most Complete Angel ― & no mistake ― but ― poor dear ―  she is ill & weary. “Please God, if I live one, or 2 years more” she said once today. But what labour for him! ― & how little he seems to regard it! ―

At 4 ― Evans (Bradbury & Co.) came ― a good-natured Punchy man.
He, AT & I, had a small walk: some success of French!

Dinner ― talk ― & some singing. ― AT read a poem “The old woman” wh. I thought natural & remarkably striking.

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