Went with Gertrude to hear Von Bulow at Chickering Hall. It was snowing violently and we had been detained by the Arrival of Rachel Carle whom we had stay to dinner. Gifford also dined with us. The concert was very delightful consisting entirely of Beethovens music some of which I was familiar with. When we came out it was raining violently, about two inches of snow had fallen, the wind blew from every where and as we could not get a car we were obliged to walk home. A worse night could not be imagined.