A fine clear morning, but it became cloudy afterwards. Having some leisure I went out in quest of houses. Looked at three in the course of the day. Lady Westmoreland’s in Cavendish Square and Lord Kennedy’s in Langham place, as well as No 9 Mansfield Street again. The two former are unfurnished and are far too large to be comfortable. The state of doubt and hesitation. Dinner early in order to go the Princess Theatre to see Mr Fechter in Iago, he having changed his part with Mr Rider. This personation appeared to me much the best. His conception is good, and the absence of so much monologue makes his account and his French drawl less offensive. His by-play and his short dialogue are masterly. But no human power can ever reconcile me to the plot of the piece. I now desire to see it. A poor farce called Cash or Cupid.54