Wednesday, Mar 21, 1883 This is my fathers 83rd birth day. I wish I could do something to celebrate it. A letter from Gill saying he could have sold both my pictures if I had been willing to take less. Why will he not tell me this in time so that I could have authorised him to sell. I shall have to ask smaller prices but it seems a difficult thing to do without depreciating my work in the eyes of those who have bought my pictures in the past. I tried to paint on the evening picture with mist rising but put it into the same hopeless state that I am in. Solaced myself by reading George Sands struggle. In the evening called at Mr. Gordons. They were not at home. Went from there to Butlers where I spent an hour. Cold as winter again and was glad to get to my room where I sat before the fire and read George Sand until 11 oclock when I went to bed and forgot my troubles as happily I can in sound sleep.