Fine, dry weather. The China is at last heard from, but not in season to get the letters in order to answer. I wrote to Mr Everett, and to both by sons, which I never miss. This absorbed much of the day. Afterwards a walk. Dined with Mrs Adams at Mr and Mrs Lampson’s. Sir Emerson, Lady Tennent and daughter. Mr Bates, Mr and Mrs McLene, Mr Pakenham, and several others whose names I do not recollect. These entertainments are rather dull, but the hosts are very nice, good people. Mr Arthur Kinnaird was of the company too. Home rather early.