Our dinner to-night was very gay. Schimmelpenninckg is most attractive. We have become great friends--I have even confided to him where my jewels are, as he thought I had left a bag in one of the stations, and was convinced it held my diamonds. I told him what dress I was going to wear at the Coronation, also my difficulty in finding out what the French Court dress was. The Empress never wore a regular Court train--her presentations in the Tuileries were always in the evening, in ordinary ball dress. I didn't think Queen Marie Amelie's would have been very pretty, so we concocted a Court dress from pictures, other people's souvenirs, etc. I was glad to walk up and down a little--one gets cramped sitting so long, even with our outings for food, which are frequent. The tea is extremely good always, a sort of greenish flavour, but very delicate, and I should think very strong. Pontecoulant showed me Monsieur Philippe in the distance, talking and gesticulating, evidently considering himself a most important feature of the Mission--also the detective, who looks like an amiable well-to-do bourgeois travelling for his pleasure, until you meet his eyes, and there is a quick, keen look which tells you he is very much on the alert. He has again just given W. the pleasing piece of information that all the well-known Nihilist leaders will be at Moscow. Hubert came up and says the horses are quite well--their rest at Berlin did them good. He is very much impressed with the absolute solitude of the country--"pas de villages--pas de barrieres, pas meme de chemins." We have also a telegram from M. Lhermite saying the house is quite in order, he and his cooks and attendants installed, and he will have breakfast ready for us to-morrow morning. We arrive about 8. We must be ready early, as they say the approach to Moscow is very fine. It stands low in a plain, but one sees the gilt domes and coloured steeples from a great distance. Our engineer tells us the railway officials are out of their minds. He says the special envoys--Princes particularly--change their minds and their routes all the time. They all have special trains, and the confusion will be something awful. The Hessian Prince is just ahead of us. We haven't crossed many trains, and yet there must be frequent communication between Varsovie and Moscow. I still feel rather in a dream, but not tired. I must stop now as it is nearly eleven--my next letter will be from Maison Klein, Malaia Dimitrofska, Moscow. Richard came in just now, and we have been talking over our future--Russia is a "terra incognita" to all of us. It has been certainly most novel and interesting so far. Just now we stopped for a few moments at a little station, quite alive with people and lights, as of course trains are going all night. The people look so different--generally fair, with flat features, and a repressed look, as if they had always been kept down.