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3 March 1884 — 3 Savile Row | |
Monday. 3rd March [1884]. I expected Richard Du Cane would come to see me about looking for a house. He had not come by 11 so Henry & I went off to the S. Ken: Museum to see Mr Armstrong & to hear abt drawing masters. He showed us over the schools & I was shocked to find men & women’s classes were in common– A girl was sitting as a model with bare arm & neck & men & women were drawing from her. The modelling was separate. A negro was sitting & lot of ladies standing in a semicircle all round. I did not get much information that I wanted. We went to see the fresco Leighton is going to paint. It is only yet being sketched out & there was a pupil drawing it on the wall for Leighton who was not there himself at that moment. We returned home to lunch & I found Richard had called in our absence. I was engaged to drive with Cornelia in the afternoon. She called for me at 3.30 & told me she had places at the House of Commons today & hoped I would go with her– I said I could not to my regret, & she went to several friends to try to get some one to go with her but in vain. She brought me home at 4.30. Blanche came soon after & we had a quiet talk together & she stayed till 6. Henry & I dined early & went to Covent Garden Theatre to see Salvini act Othello. We admired him very much. The whole troup was Italian. Iago was wretchedly bad—Desdemona very 2nd rate– Salvini has a most majestic air & gait. He was immensely applauded– His way of cutting his throat at the end with a scimitar & quivering on the ground while dying is horrible & unpleasant & unorthodox—but his rage of jealousy when stung by Iago was fine. The draught at the theatre was horrible & a gale blew in ones face. Henry wore a skull cap– I kept on my furs & a gentleman in front of me sat wrapped in a railway rug. It was almost unbearable. It is said the draught is caused by arrangements made by the B. of Works in case of a fire. Alice returned home. | |
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