Tuesday, February 12:
The grief I was fearing has not passed me by; it has come upon me from outside. May God help me!... Oh, sorrow, my old companion, come back and dwell within me; we know each other well - how long wilt thou stay with me this time, most loyal and dependable of friends? Purify me, make me worthy of thee, I shall not flee from thee - but when wilt thou bring me thy brother?... Splendid weather. R. is able to go out a while, but not much, on account of his foot. W. Scott in the evening. The scenes in the castle of Tillietudlem rather too prolonged.