Friday, Mar 7, 1884 Rain and sleet. Mr. Borden sent his two pictures to me to varnish or rather to oil out. I painted a little on the Saturday Afternoon but cannot attempt much as it goes to the Union League on Tuesday next. The picture looks well to me although it was painted nine years ago. Fuller came in and paid me $800 for my picture of the "Yellow Woods". He seems to like it more and more. Dined with the Artists at Martinellis. No one came but Perry, Wilmart, Ryder and myself. Perry and I went to the Club afterwards. Saw Thompson there for the first time in a long while. His face looked very badly and he could scarcely speak above a whisper. He had a cold he said, but to me it seemed something more serious. He was nervous and restless. Read me a portion of a letter he had received from his wife today. She told him about the children and that they had sent him some presents. What must his reflections be thinking of them. I fear he will never see them again. I pitied him. He went away about 9 o'clock.