Midnight.- I have had a long talk with the Count. I asked him a few questions on Transylvania history, and he warmed up to the subject wonderfully. In his speaking of things and people, and especially of battles, he spoke as if he had been present at them all. This he afterwards explained by saying that to a Boyar the pride of his house and name is his own pride, that their glory is his glory, that their fate is his fate. Whenever he spoke of his house he always said ‘we’, and spoke almost in the plural, like a king speaking I wish I could put down all he said exactly as he said it, for to me it was most fascinating. It seemed to have in it a whole history of the country. He grew excited as he said as he spoke, and walked about the room pulling his great white moustache and grasping anything on which he laid his hands as thought he would crush it by main strength. One thing he said which I shall put down as nearly as I can, for it tells in its way the story of his race.