The mare lay out in the orchard last night. Rainy but mild today. Went up Pound Lane this evening. Walked back with James Lines. He denies altogether the charges of infidelity which his wife makes against him. Received a chapter of Anab V from Frank to translate etc and correct a piece of translation written by a private pupil of his, a Rugby boy. It should have come yesterday, but “Bank Holiday” is kept at the Post Office. I returned it today.