Thursday, January 22, 2009

11Jun1864, Smashing the Ice

BOLTON, Saturday, June 11th, 1864.
—Left pretty Chiswick, which has been perfect for these first few days, and drove back to London. We went first to Devonshire House, where we saw the Duke, Lou and Eddy (I may as well smash the ice at once !), and then to St. St., where we saw Grauntcoque , Atie. P., Papa and Meriel, and I found the seeing them rather strange and upsetting : feeling that it wasn't me. Also was taken out of at none of them but Papa looking very bright. M.'s dots have got the whooping-cough. We stayed about ½ an hour, and then went off ; and arrived here about 8. Drove under a tiny triumphal arch, with " Welcome to Bolton " on it. I felt more wonderful and bewildered than ever ! but Oh the green, still loveliness of the place in the evening light, with the sound of the running river in one's ears. And then, there is Fred to make my very bewilderment a sort of happiness. Really tired I was.

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