25 November 1867 – 1 December 1867

My last visit to London was an unhappy one. In art, and still more in life, R. and I have discords not to be resolved. Should we ever have been or supposed ourselves such friends in early days if we had lived constantly near each other ^ Has he changed ^ If I have I am not aware of it. ' I loathe and despise family life ! ' he said. I long and pray for it — and O, how the years slip away ! The only comfort is, ' You might have made a mistake, an irremediable one — and it's not too late even yet ! ' The ' Curtis ' Ballad.