[Interlacken—Friday, 6 August 1869]
Friday. The morning lovely, but rain shut down soon again.
Last night came a letter from Dickens enclosing a marvellous story which he has christened, “An Experience” written by almost a new hand. He did not give us the name. How glad we were to see his handwriting again and to know he was thinking of us!
We dine here to the sound of music, a happy idea where three different languages confuse the air. The music brings all to harmony and gives all kinds of pleasant day-dreams. What a delight it is—music.
I read today “It is better to grieve for loss than gain.”
