Turin 2nd day.

Did not sleep all night ― the “plash of the harbor sea” is “anything but pleasant” ―― seeing there is a fierce North Wind set in. Towards 6 slept, ― but rose at 7.30. ―

Worked at Turin ― nearly all day.

Col. Maude from upstairs came: ― a really nice pleasant fellow ― & ― lo! ― he is one of Aunt Kate’s Maudes, & has staid at Winwick & at Knowsley. ― He obligingly came to ask me to a “little dance” on Friday ―& hearing I would not go to it ― said he hoped anyhow a “system of pot-lucking” would be brought about between the 2 floors. ― At the 1st page of the Nonsense ― he rushed away in a fit.

At 4 I walked to the Temple below ascension. It was a gloomy-purple afternoon & the Olives were darkest gray.

[]1 Certainly the beauties of that Promontory are wonderful. ―

Came home. Very high wind & cold, & dined at 6.30[.] These rooms ― (the grates are small & bad ―) are so cold that I sneeze & nasalize continual. ―

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

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