Then talking over journey and money matters and, as usual, this last subject never ends happily. We have had in foreign money – six hundred and fifty of the thousand pounds of circulars and eight and fifty of the letter of credit. At last, quietly, this is always an unlucky subject – a cloud comes over me, she muttered something – I inquired – it was ‘very well’ – I said no more. She afterwards at dinner held out her hand and gave me a kiss. I attempted to advise not bothering ourselves – this sent her wrong again and fixed me in my thoughtful silence. Thought I, as I had asked if she would like to do, but got no answer, we will go home from [the] mountains, cross to the Crimea, and by Odessa to Moscow – hurry home.