7. Sunday. Domestic chores all the morning.
Dined at Sweeney�s with Waud & Fay; then to Office.
Waud at the portrait, I reading &c. Supped together,
then I called at Royal�s & stayed till 9 or so. To
Swinton & Fay�s room, with Waud awhile, then to bed,
to sleep � aye, and to dream. Towards the morning,
when, according to Ovid & Alain Rene le Sage�s Asmodeus
dreams may presage some shadows of truth, did I dream
that which, alas, never, never will come true.
She was here, with me, reunited by simple incongruous
circumstance! But oh! what a meeting it was � Oh
me! That it should be but a dream! Such warm, loving,
passionate words, each glad heart-trusting faith & tender-
ness, such talk of old time, long separation, such clinging
to each other, heart to heart, such tears, such blessed
trust and hope and happiness for the future � such
a vista of Heaven�s light pouring in � !
All a Mirage � all! But I almost wish I could
never have waked from that dream! Foolishly
said, & foolishly written down, all this fond dream.
But I love her Still, and I love Without Hope.
She will never be my Wife � I may never see her
again in the World.