In the morning my father Slater came to see me and to condole and sympathize with me in my misfortunes, a thing truly humane and friendly, and he with my worthy friend George Richardson stayed and breakfasted with me and then went away.
I rode with my father Slater in his road home as far as Framfield, but did not stay. I dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner. In the afternoon rode to Lewes, drank tea with Mr Madgwick and came home about 8:20…