Up early in order to return to town with Mr Sturgis in the morning train. The sky was clear and the sun bright with a cold bracing air. We drove in an open carriage to the Station which we reached just in time for the train. From the Watertloo Station I walked home to resume my old mode of life at Portland Place. The cold had penetrated it so thoroughly as to make it cheerless at first. I notice in myself this year an unusual sensitiveness to cold, which is a serious matter in the prospect of a return to Massachusetts winters. Read the Despatches, and performed the customary168 amount of work. Walk in the evening, and quiet in my solitary room reading until bed-time.