Very high East wind which kept every thing frozen out of doors all day, in spite of the sun. A large number of the guests left with Mr Sturgis in the early train. I noted the difference of the season in the fact that last time I did the same thing from here I was obliged to dress by candle light. Three months have flown by in the interval. Got home by ten, and returned to the customary routine of business with just a little returning sense of my lowliness. No visits or interruptions of any sort. A walk, on the whole the most uncomfortable I ever experienced in London Streets. In the evening, read a little of Caesar, and had a visit from Mr Alward. Afterwards, at a reception of Countess Apponyi’s. About as dull as they commonly are. At home in twenty minutes.