20 August 1866 – 26 August 1866

Fine. Rail 4.5 to Brockenhurst. The old Church. Service over, we peep in and encounter the Vicar, Rev. ' Paddy ' Falls. I apologise, introduce my friends. ' Come in. Why not .'' ' he says, with a strong brogue and funny twinkle of eye. ' I was just saying a few words to a poor woman — pouring the " leperous distilment " into her ear.' I remarked that we ought to have come in service-time. ' Not at all, sir, not at all ! ' says Paddy politely, and showed us round the church. N. and G. were delighted with this Vicar (' hot from the service,' as Georgie remarked), and thought the quotation ' leperous distilment ' very happy. Through Brockenhurst Park, where N. likes the woods. Roydon. They tired — Boldre — Lymington about 7, very tired. Ned comes to dine with me, not Georgie. . . . He lauds Luini; speaks of the injustice of the critics, ' wonder when people will begin to speak of me decently.' With him to Stanwell : return and read Carlyle's Cromwell. Tice^daj;-yiwgust 28. — Rain, clears up. Yacht. Webb comes by train, a room for him at Perry's. We dine at Stanwell House.