Rose at 6. Breakfast at 7 ― & left the kindest-hearted man Bern Husey Hunt. ― He is going to open schools at Compton. Few have lived as well as he, considered his great draw box.

Rail at Brighton at 7.55 ― & to Worthing, & walk to Tarring. Here, I resolved to go to day ― for to day must anyhow have been spoiled ― by “friends.” So I packed “vigorously” till 10. Then drew a little of figgery leaves, & paid my week’s bill £1.10.0: very good obliging people are the Stantons. Then I walked to Worthing ― first to the Post Office, & there was a letter from F.L. long ― but already marked by his new life. He has (as might have been foreseen ―) taken rooms in Venables’s Chambers. So, the grimness & “despisings” of life will overshade him. ― Somehow, this letter angered me, but indeed, all day, my brain has been rather crooked. ― Then I went to “Aunt Parker’s,” who really seems no older except in her sight perhaps. Mrs. Robe, & a son of Whitter’s then, & it seems certainly to me that this marriage is a happy one. Mrs. R.’s talk of the Angel Zãn delighted me, tho’ none knew it. Alas! ― that voice is ever the sweetest I have heard in life, tho’ I hear it now but in Echo. ― “Long, long ago.” ―

Thence, Mr. & Mrs. W. walked with me to Mr. Dennett’s ― & left me. Here was H. Dennett ― quite young, & good-looking ― ! ― & just as usual. I passed a pleasant hour there: I wonder how much she knows of certain matrimonial possibilities? ―

Leaving them, I hunted for a fly, & at last found one & went to Tarring, got my things, & came to the station, whence at 5.35 I went to  Brighton, & thence at 7 something, to London: ― a slow train, yet we arrived at 9. I came straight to Seymour St. & found Hansen returned. ― Ann is still here also: her face bad ― poor dear. ―

Supped, read, thought. ― Tomorrow I go to Hunt’s.

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