A lovely day. Division of time as usual. Evening at home.

After my usual time passed in coins, about four or six of which I succeed in investigating daily, I go to the Office, and what little spare 348time I get from the Newspapers and business I devote to Storch whose book I am trying to read. At the Athenaeum and from thence home where I go on with Oedipus. Miss Smith dined and spent the evening with us. On with the MS and with the Notes on Storch. Nothing very new. Evening, Walpole and the Lecture. Time monotonous enough.