Saw Ernest Hohenlohe, who brought me a kind and very feeling letter from the poor Queen.

I feel very much for her, and really feel that the poor good King was always so kind personally to me, that I should be ungrateful were I not to recollect it and feel grieved at his death.

The poor Queen is wonderfully composed now, I hear.
Wrote my journal.

Took my dinner upstairs alone.

Went downstairs.
Saw Stockmar.