Kameneff came to see me in the morning with his watch in his hand, he
had twenty minutes. It was paralysing, one cannot talk under such
conditions. I confined myself to presenting him with a list of things I
want done! Small wonder he comes so seldom to see me. When he does come
everyone in the house knows it, and one by one they come to my door and
ask to see him, each wanting something of him, while his car which waits
at the door is borrowed for an errand. It is very discouraging for him.
Borodin took me to “Prince Igor” this evening, it combined the opera
with the ballet. In the box next to us was a party of Afghans and with
them a Korean. Down in the stalls _one_ man was in a smoking coat and
evening shirt, the first I have seen. He was very conspicuous.