Friday, April 20th., Yacht Club, London.
Yesterday I began to think that the tone of the end of my novel wouldn't do.
So, I spent the day, exhausted, partly in dozing and reading, and one and a half hours at barbers, and generally thinking over climax, which I ultimately got right.
I dined with Wells at Reform. He had worked all day, and arrived only at 8.40. We had champagne.
We tossed for the bill - he lost. This is the second time lately he has lost to me.
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