I passed a day of interest, with its fair amount of work of varying kinds.

Aunt Janet and I lunched together, had a stroll round the gardens after tea--especially examining the site for the new Japanese garden, which we shall call "Janet's Garden." We went in mackintoshes, for the rainy season is in its full, the only sign of its not being a repetition of the Deluge being that breaks in the continuance are beginning.

They are short at present but will doubtless enlarge themselves as the season comes towards an end.
We dined together at seven.

After dinner I had a cigar, and then joined Aunt Janet for an hour in her drawing-room.

I left her at half-past ten, when I went to my own room and wrote some letters.