Prince Orloff stayed on a little after everyone had gone, and we talked over all the fetes, and principally our own performances. He says he has heard plenty of talk and criticisms of everything, and is much pleased with the success of our Mission. I hope the people at home will be satisfied. We had a dinner for all the French newspaper correspondents the other day--and they expressed themselves as quite gratified. They told us that one of the correspondents (I forget which paper) had accepted W.'s invitation, but the very day of the dinner there had been such a violent attack on W. in his paper that he didn't like to come, and sent an excuse. They say the Times' account is the best--the Figaro also very good (Wolff). Saturday, June 9, 1883. The court is most amusing this morning--all the gentlemen are trying their horses, superintending the saddling, etc., as most of them follow the Emperor to-day at the revue. The little Russian horses look very lively and never stand still an instant. W. and I go together in the d'Orsay, Corcelle preceding us in another carriage. Benckendorff rides with all the others. General Pittie is rather bored, he hates riding, particularly on a horse he doesn't know, so he and Fayet will only mount at the Champ de Mars. They say the Emperor's suite will be enormous--over 100. I wore my ecru batiste with the heavy white embroidery and the ecru bonnet with the wreath of pink and red roses. It is almost white. (I wonder how I shall ever wear out all these garments.)