Cedars. Day 11

Warmer, thank God. Cloudy & damp ― but here, damp is no great evil, being as we be on gravel. ― Breakfast ― no letters.

Better health, & went more cheerfully to work ― working from 9.30 to 5 exactly ― hardly ever looking off. ― The Elder, the Lyle, usually sitting beside me; ― he reminds me of C. Hullmandel often. (In today’s paper is the marriage of Lady E. Stanley & P.W. Talbot. ― I wonder how they at the Cottage have cared for this: at Littlegreen happily there are enough to think of as home. ― No Hornby’s name pollutes the august ceremony.) The Cedar picture goes on blindly: ― I must complete it now anyhow.

Returned by 6. 6.30 the Table d’hôte ―: sate between Messrs. Reid & Lee ― the latter a cousin of Brant’s of Damascus ― & more or less a man of “observations.” ― The “waiking virgin” opposite.

A very nice letter from Ann.

Came up before 9. No Holman Hunt ― but on the whole I believe I am doing right to stop here.

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