Mr.
Kinglake we saw twice at the Procters', and once here....

The Procters are very well.

How I like Adelaide's face! that's a face worth a drove of beauties! Dear Mrs.Sartoris has just left London, I grieve to say; and so has Mrs.Kemble, who (let me say it quick in a parenthesis) is looking quite magnificent just now, with those gorgeous eyes of hers.
Mr.Kenyon, too, has vanished--gone with his brother to the Isle of Wight.

The weather has been very uncertain, cloudy, misty, and rainy, with heavy air, ever since we came.

Ferdinando keeps saying, 'Povera gente, che deve vivere in questo posto,' and Penini catches it up, and gives himself immense airs, discoursing about Florentine skies and the glories of the Cascine to anyone who will listen.