Tuesday, June 7, 1887 Still damp, dark and gloomy. I do not feel so well as I did yesterday morning. Have written to Mary Gifford to Charlie McEntee and to Ortgies. A letter came from Alice, and Mary had one from Calvert telling how Mr. Villard was made helpless something as I am, some 15 years ago but has got entirely over it. Alice says her father told her on reading my letter that two years ago his left hand was helpless, but he never mentioned it and has entirely got over it. The sun came out towards evening but the weather is not settled.