[London—Tuesday, 9 August 1859]
Tuesday 9th Raining. Jamie out, overwhelmed with affairs. I write and read busily setting our house in order a little for the continent. The emperor makes his entry next Sunday at the head of 80,000 troops. We hope to be in Paris.
It rained. Jamie was too busy to get home and I passed the day under ground at Kershaw’s No. 69 Pall Mall. They were the best rooms almost in the house yet singularly dismal. However I had a nice day nearly read through Kenilworth. Poor Jamie came home tired and ill.
