[Manchester—Friday, 23 August 1872]
Friday—nearly a whole week gone without a written word. Miss E.B. Greene came down to stay for a day and night and finish her beautiful portrait of me. The rain has returned with fearful thunder and lightning but this morning is gloriously beautiful.
Miss Greene is a very intellectual woman—a small spare intense creature, hardly flesh and bones enough to make a woman of, but instinct with something akin to genius.
