[Boston—Monday, 3 December 1866]
Monday. Again perfect weather. Reade went away; we passed the evening quietly at home writing letters. Made one or two fashionable calls which out of common decency in recognition of kindness I could not avoid. Met a Mrs Sears at one house, the ultra perfect lady who said to our hostess in a very mild voice “Mith Withwill, have you read “Lordth and Ladeth,” it treath of thith questhion in a very interethting mannar.”
Saw fine French pictures at Ibarra’s new shop. Couturier, Diaz and first of all Doré are well represented.