Wednesday, Mar 15, 1882 As cold as winter again. Painted all day on my twilight but it does not suit me. I am afraid I shall have to abandon it. Mary came home today bringing Lucy with her. Calvert and I went around to the club for a little while. Ehringer came and sat alongside me on one of the sofas and talked to Terry, Dr. Conant and Judge Speir. I think he would like to make friends with me, but while I cherish no resentment toward him I can never call him friend again. He talked of foolish things, of his dog and the wonderful things he does. If ever any one frittered away a life he has. He never made a position as an artist and yet he foolishly considers himself more of a man than many who do not make half his pictures.