Saturday, Oct 28, 1882 A beautiful golden day. I went over to my studio and began a picture from one of my late studies and painted upon it all day. About 8 o'clock the Express wagon drove up with Maurices trunk, as I had expected but up to this hour he has not made an appearance. Our hearts sank knowing what we may look for. I was sure he would not be gone more than a week. We had a letter from Mary today. Downing does not improve very rapidly. He is only able to sit up long enough to have his bed made. I am very much afraid he will be permanently injured.