1895, December 23, Monday
Very cold. I sat in my study with little oil stove which Rosa had lighted to warm the room but the unconsumed gasses affected me so powerfully that a few minutes after I had sat down to dinner I never felt so ill in my life. It was a very severe kind of giddiness. But I managed to get up to bed and take a saline draught which did me good and after an hour’s sleep I felt much better.