Same weather. Worked hard at penning out the yesterday’s work from 5 till 10.30.

Letters from W. Nevill ― very nice. C. Fortescue, hurried & not satisfactory. Later one from J. Macbean: my boxes have arrived at Leghorn.

Dined at 12. At 2.15 to Petraija.

It is doubtless a lonely place ― & the terrace above all. Walked back with Giorgio ― home by 8.30.

Sultan Abdul Mejid is dead.

Which brings back the Bosphoros days to me.

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