Wednesday, November 27:
Not a very good night; the trains pass close to our hotel, the walls of the fortress rise forbiddingly outside our window. We decide to move to Wiesbaden, from where I write to the children. Mathilde comes over and spends the afternoon with us. R. strayed into the casino and was almost on the point of playing, but could not bring himself to do so. He brings me a good Gustavus Adolphus almanac.