Friday, June 6th

Immediately after breakfast set sail with Willy for the Port. No sign of the Bronte. But we had hardly been an hour there till the report spread that she was inside the heads, beating up. I dined first with the Townsends, to taste some wonderful yeast dumplings, and second with the Godleys, having been originally invited there. After dinner I met the Townsends on the Sumner road watching the Duke coming up. We joined company, and as it was afterwards too late to return to the Island, I secured a bed with Wortley and passed the evening with the Ts. Some nice music and fun. Wortley and Maunsell took a farewell dinner on the Travancore. Blowing very hard all day and a hurricane at night from S.W.; very cold too.