A very fine day. Received a note from Mrs Adams at Hastings begging me to go down to decide upon a question of a house or lodgings. My morning was consumed in an attempt to examine and compare the catalogue of books with the volumes now deposited in the loft of the stable behind the house. I found them so covered with dirt and blackened with soot as to be really of little value. We did little more than to spread them out and look them over. The puzzle yet is what to do with them. The position of a Minister here is such as to make it impossible to give them space in his house. A visit from Colonel Ritchie and a Captain Hoadley who accompanies him on his business. At four478 o’clock I started from the Victoria Station in the train for Hastings Only one English couple in the same carriage, in no way remarkable. Arrived at twenty minutes past seven, and found Mrs Adams and Mary quietly established at the Queen’s Hotel. Henry had crossed me on his way to London. The air singularly soft and sultry here. Talked on the proposed arrangements.