[Manchester—Friday, 1 September 1876]
Friday—still warm, everything touched with gold. Reading and translating Pandora.
Junius Brutus Booth came to tea, a man with a noble head and heart, but of rough manners and I should say of thwarted and disappointed ambitions—most affectionate yet not without a tendency to tyranny such as we see in ill-regulated and strong natures. He has the head of an ancient Roman and is really full of noble qualities. We sat in a cool dark mist, the moon hardly showing her place in the sky at all until ten o’clock.
