Livy darling, I rushed to David Gray’s yesterday with Cable, arrived at noon, & the luncheon was not ready till an hour & a half later; then, being famished, & the beefsteak not done enough for me, I had to take something while they re-cooked it; so, against my judgment I drank 2 cups of strong coffee,—& the ill effects are not gone yet. I got no nap in the afternoon, though I lay abed & tried. I went on the platform seedy & weary, & was glad when we were done. Then went, I supposed, to meet 3 or 4 gentlemen in a quiet way, & found it was the Hartford Club of Buffalo, (so to speak) 25 gentlemen & half a dozen ladies—much clatter of talk, & 2 great tables spread. I ate not a bite, & spent 2 of the infernalest weariest hatefulest hours that ever fell to my lot. Then took the sleeping car at 12. 30 p a.m. & reached here at half past 10 this morning. Went straight to bed, declining President Angel’s invitation to dinner & meet ex-President Hayes’s wife & others at 6 this evening. It will be a long day before I sample anybody’s hospitality again. I have now been asleep two hours, & shall resume it right off. I find no letters here—hope for some before we get away. I love you, sweetheart.