My eyes are shutting of themselves, so I will stop. Please send all my letters on to America, as I never can write _two_ accounts of our life here. _To H. L. K._ #Ambassade de France a Moscou#, #Maison Klein, Malaia Dimitrofska#, Dimanche, 27 Mai, 1883. I am perfectly exhausted, Dear, after the most beautiful, bewildering, exhausting day I have ever gone through. We got home at 4.30. I rested a little, had tea as usual in my boudoir with W. and Richard, and will write as much as I can while I am still under the impression of all I have seen. I was up at 5.30, as we had to leave here at 7. Philippe was very punctual--put on diadem and feathers very well. Happily it was all blue, rather dark (as my dress too was blue), and he remarked pleasantly, to put me at my ease I think, and make me feel as comfortable as I could at that hour of the morning, "Le bleu c'est le fard de Madame." He couldn't understand that I wouldn't let him maquiller my face--said all the Princesses were painted--but I really couldn't go that. When I appeared in the drawing-room, the men of the Embassy were very complimentary about my dress. We went in our three carriages (I had the white moire cloak, trimmed with dark feathers over me), W. and I and Pontecoulant in the first gala carriage driven by Leroy (I wish you could have seen him, as much taken up with _his dress_ as I was with mine). He stood giving directions to a quantity of understrappers, but never touching harness, nor even whip, until we appeared, then got on his box as we got into the carriage, settled himself in a fine pose, and we started. The second gala carriage driven by Hubert (who looked very well) came next, and then the d'Orsay. It really was a very pretty cortege, and we were much looked at and admired, as we drove very slowly, and jolting very much, to the German Embassy. All our colleagues came up about the same time. Some of the gala carriages were good, the Austrian, but ours out and out the best. No one else had three. We assembled in one of the large rooms of the palace, and then walked through numerous rooms, galleries, and finally through an open court, entirely covered with a red carpet, and lined with soldiers and officers--every description of uniform. The Chevalier-Gardes, magnificent in their white tunics, silver cuirasses and helmets. Happily it was fine--I don't know what we should have done in the rain, and also so early in the morning the sun was not genant (as it was later in the day). The long procession, the men in uniform and decorations; the women in full dress, feathers and diadems, was most effective.