No diary for two whole days. I have not had the heart to write. Some sort of shadowy pall seems to be coming over our happiness. No news...

Rose later than usual. Lucy was languid and tired, and slept on after we had been called. We had a happy surprise at breakfast. Arthur’s...

On the East Cliff, reading and writing all day. Lucy seems to have become as much in love with the spot as I am, and it is hard to get...