The receipt of further intelligence from London caused by the delay of the Despatches from America made rather more work today, so that I did not get through with my private letters. Also I went with Mrs Adams and my daughter to return a visit to Madame Musuras the Wife of the Turkish Ambassador. After luncheon, I started for a walk. My object was to go to Bexhill by one road, in the expectation of return by another. On my arrival there I found there was no other, so I had to retrace my steps. The loneliness of the roads after dark surprises me much. Evening, more of Mr Massey.501