'Sunday September 25th. [...] After breakfast [...] the newspapers were put by Catherine Ivanovna into my hand -- I glanced over them hastily as is my custom to see if there is anything about Greece. I saw my dear friend [Trelawny]'s name; I did not dare to read, yet notwithstanding with a horrible feeling of dread & yet hope -- I read -- that he was well [after being wounded in duel] and still in his cavern [...] I went then instantly into the garden and sat myself on the balcony to enjoy all the fullness of my happiness.'