Rose at 7.30. Warmer ― but darker. Letters from S.W.C. Lady Reid, Mrs. Hunt, James Hornby ― & Mrs. Parkyns. Painted pretty hard from 9.30 to 4 ― interrupted by C. Fortescue, F. Lushington, & S.W. Clowes calling ―― all welcome stoppages. The Bethlehem tocca a finire.1 At 5 went out, & had hair cut. […]
Not too cold. Rose at 7.30 ― & worked at Bethlehem from 9 to 4, & very decently. At 4 went to Wyatt’s ― & by 6 to Mr. Bell’s. Only Mr. & Mrs. B. & JameSalter [sic]. Evening così1 ― cards ― which abhor me. Walked to Fleet St. with James S. Cab home […]
Milder, ― delightful letters from Geoff, Miss (Georgiana) & Wyndham Hornby. From Ann also ― & Clowes. Got to work pretty early, & worked at the Bethlehem more or less till 4, or 3.30. ― Lo! ― James Uwins! (“Μ᾽ ἀρέσκει ἐκείνος ― διότι ὀμιλεί ὀσὰν τίποτες,”1 said George one day. ―) James is placid, […]
Cold thaw ― & foggy. Looked over drawings ― μάλλον, Ἀμπρουζζικὰ,1 ― till 12.30. Cab to Woodberry. All the family except Geoff ― Miss Robinson also, & Dearlove. Day pleasant, but there seems trouble ahead with Willie, who has left the rifles, & seems indisposed to everything. Dearlove is a nice & healthy-minded fellow, & […]
Wholly dark, cold, & utterly miserable. And letters came from Church, misdirected, so that I never got them yesterday. Arranged, unpacked, &c. &c. ― At 12, C.M.C. & at 2 I walked with him to various palces, & then to the Brompton Boilers, & saw Giant Turner, & also P. Williams “Fountain”1 ―― which looks […]
Letter from C. Flint. Finer, & less cold. Regrets at going, & would I could stay, but it is not possible. All packed. Called on Mr. Hewitson ― out, ― Dickenson’s man, Ford, came, & packed the poor Cedars. ― & I left all my things with him, & then came away from Oatlands Hotel, […]
Drew 20£ from Drummonds Darker & colder. But as if that wasn’t enough, they began to saw & thump over my head; & do all I could, I could not get it stopped. The fact is, they are repairing rooms, & don’t care if I stay or not. So, ― weighing this, together with the […]
Cedars day Cold bitter, ὤς πρώτον.1 Worked ― but not very regularly, at the Cedars. ― Wrote to Ann & others. At 3 ― (letter from J.H.B. ― very nice.) Walked to Chertsey ― paying for the “loaves” of yesterday. ― All the gray hard ice ― & the strange cold world! ! ! Yet […]
Cedars day Darkish, but colder than ever. Ἐπιζολὴ ἀπό Ιακώβου Ἒδουαρδι: ― ἡ Κυρία Λίζηρ εἲπε, ὃχι.1 ― Poor lad, ― this distresses me. ― καὶ ἐνθημοῦμαι τῶν ἡμέρων ― ὃταν ἢτον οὓτως ἂσχημαι.2 Worked at Cedars ―but cold, & worrying about J.E. So at 3, I went out ― most frightful bitter wind ― […]
Cedars ― day. Packed, & sent off the Masada. ― Cold ― frost again: as hard as ever. No letters ― no papers: ― no nothing. Cleaned & shaved the Cedars. ― But I could not work. Lunched at 3, & at 4 walked ― o Lord! what bitter cold! ― by Weybridge & back. […]
