So was Madeleine, though she had to sit most of the evening by the Princess--such a dowdy! The Duke danced with me several times; he can't reverse, but that doesn't seem to matter in a Grand-Duke.
Well! things came to a crisis at the end of the evening.

I followed your directions, and after we got home gave your letter to Madeleine.
She says she has burned it.

I don't know what happened afterwards--a tremendous scene, I suspect, but Victoria Dare writes me from Washington that every one is talking about M.'s refusal of Mr.R., and a dreadful thing that took place on our very doorstep between Mr.R.and Baron Jacobi, the day after the ball.

She says there was a regular pitched battle, and the Baron struck him over the face with his cane.

You know how afraid Madeleine was that they would do something of the sort in our parlour.