Wednesday, Aug 18, 1880 Another cool day. The house has seemed so lonely and I have thought so much of dear Gertrude. I went down to the Strand this morning to see if the stone for her grave had come but it had not and there was no word of it. A letter from Mary Gifford. Sanford very low but the doctors hoped his symptoms were a trifle more favorable. I am expecting any day to hear he is gone. I have felt most lonely and depressed partly I think because I am not well. Took a walk out on O'Reillys farm towards the rocks with Park who is always ready for a walk, then came to my studio and worked a little. My father went away up the canal to be gone a day or two. He too feels the dullness here. Finished "Ersilia" a very charming story by the author of "My Little Lady".