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Letters of a Diplomat's Wife, 1883-1900

Letters of a Diplomat's Wife, 1883-1900

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M. and Mme. Waddington and Their Son
From a photograph by Cesar, Paris. 198 The Salon of the French Embassy in London 210 Lady Salisbury 216 Knowsley Hall
The Earl of Derby's place at Prescot, Lancashire. 228 The Late Earl of Derby
From a photograph by Franz Baum, London. 232 The Countess Fanny Karolyi, the Austrian Ambassadress
From a photograph by Walery, London. 240 Queen Victoria, in the Dress Worn During the State Jubilee Celebration, June 21, 1887
From a photograph, copyright, by Hughes & Mullins, Ryde, England. 250 The Crown Prince Frederick of Germany, in the Uniform Worn by Him at the Jubilee Celebration, London, June, 1887
From a photograph by Loescher & Petsch, Berlin. 254 Comtesse de Florian
From a photograph by Walery, London. 262 Group at Hatfield House during the visit of the Shah of Persia, July 8, 1889
From a photograph by Russell & Sons, London. 304 Lord Salisbury
From a photograph by Lambert Weston & Son, Dover. 306 A Comedy for Children at the French Embassy
From a photograph by Barker & Pragnell, London. 320 The Empress Frederick, Wearing the Order of the Black Eagle
The last portrait of the Empress by the artist Angeli. 388 Entrance to the Club and Gardens, Cowes, Isle of Wight
From a photograph by Broderick. 392

LETTERS OF A DIPLOMAT'S WIFE

PART I

THE CORONATION OF THE CZAR

To G. K. S.

Paris,
31, Rue Dumont d'Urville,
March 15, 1883.

Our breakfast at the English Embassy was most interesting. I began by refusing on account of my mourning, but Lord Lyons wrote me a nice note saying that there would be no one but the Léon Says and Mr. and Mrs. Gladstone, so I accepted. I was very anxious to see Mr. Gladstone.

We had a pretty little breakfast upstairs in the small dining-room, and the talk at table was most interesting. I thought Mrs. Gladstone looked older than her husband. He of course did most of the talking. He has a fine voice, bright, keen, dark eyes, holds himself very erect, and apparently knows everything about everything. When the men were smoking after breakfast I had quite a talk with Mrs. Gladstone, who told me about the murder of Lord Frederick Cavendish. She said her husband heard it at a big London party, and had to go and tell Lady Frederick. Mr. Gladstone was more upset by the whole thing (and the having to tell the unfortunate wife) than she had ever seen him. Il y avait de quoi, for even here in Paris, where outside

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