2 February 1920 – 8 February 1920

Went for a little walk in the garden and saw all the pale violets. The beauty of palm trees. I fell in love with a tree. Japonica is a lovely flower, but people never grow enough of it.

Horrible day. I lay all day and half slept in this new way — hearing voices.

Went for a drive. All the way gay. The house and the girl. Couldn't work: slept again. Dread- ful pain in joints. Fearfully noisy house! Saw an orange-tree, an exquisite shape against the sky: when the fruit is ripe the leaves are pale yellow.

Determined to review two books to-day and to get on with " Second Helping." Saw the fool of a doctor to-day. Diddle-dum-dum-dee ! Cod is the only word! Bad-in-age! Flat-ter-ie! Gal-ant-ter-ie ! Frogs ! ! ! Vous pouvez vous promener. Liar. The palm tree. Did not finish review; but no matter, it goes.

House in a perfect uproar. Dreadfully nervous. Dressmaker came and her little apprentice who gave me the flowers. Had a bath — but all was in a tearing hurry and clatter. Had a strange dream. " She is one with the moonlight." George Sand — ma sceur.

To Villa Flora. In the garden with the un- happy woman lying on the hard bench. The Spanish brocade cloth — the piece of heliotrope. Jinnie's plan that I shall go and live there. Came back and wrote it all to J. in delight. I for the first time think I should like to join the Roman Catholic Church. I must have something.