Another fine day, and much warmer. Out shopping for half an hour and ‘phoned to the Coulther’s house at Elm, as Mrs. C. had suggested I should do. Mr Coulther answered, and must confess I did not like the sound of him. He sounded a rather bumptious type. However, arranged to go down this afternoon to tea, which I did. He turned out to be about 33, fair, rather fat, and of a nature such as I would have guessed from his voice over the ‘phone – bumptious and loud. It seems that he is an insurance agent but was directed to take up farm-work. He thereupon bought a few pigs and a couple of Jersey cows and announced that he was a farmer in his own right. We had a very nice farmhouse tea, with lots of butter and milk, rather spoilt by two awful children, who squalled and quarrelled over the tea-table. Mrs. C. is very pleasant, with a fine handsome face, rather in the Rossetti manner. Stayed until 11, and left in a fine rain that began to fall after a lovely warm evening.
G.M.G. Woodgate sent round today to ask me to lunch tomorrow, as he has a chicken.