Monday.—­Yesterday was a fine day, but neither news or event; on the Thames une bourgeoisie assez nombreuse, and in the Gardens.  I saw our friends at Isleworth in the morning, before they went out in their phaeton.  They were going to Lord Guilford’s, and to-day dine at Mr. Ellis’s.  I believe that Madame de Roncherolles dines at Mr. Walpole’s, for she has sent to me to carry her.  I do not dine there myself, but shall go to fix with Mr. Walpole a day for Caroline and Mr. C(ampbell) to see Strawberry Hall.  Her journey to Lady Egremont’s is put off for a week.  To-morrow I go to Fulham, and from thence to London, from whence I return on Wednesday.  Mie Mie and I dine at Isleworth when I return.  Mr. Grevil is to be with them this week.

Bunbury is returned from Portsmouth; his news to me were, that the emigration from France thither increases every day, and that in the provinces, as these people say, who are come last from France, the revolt increases, and a desire for the old Constitution.  In Britany and Normandy the party is very formidable.  M. de Pontcarre, President of the Parlement de Rouen, is in London; so there is another President for me, if I choose it.  The young French people and their wives dined yesterday, as they usually do, at the Castle. . . .

(1790 Aug. 23?) Monday night, 11 o’clock, Richmond.—­I wrote to you this morning, reserving to myself the liberty of lengthening my letter, after I shall have seen Caroline for the last time before her return from Cliveden, where it was her intention to go to-morrow for a week or ten days, c’est selon; but I must begin this appendix tonight, late as it is.  I am still waiting till these French Ladies come with Mie Mie from the play.  It is Mr. Parson’s benefit, and was expected to be very full.  The evening is cold, that is something, but I must see Mie Mie before she goes to bed.

We were to-day at dinner ten, besides the Duke; Madame de Boufflers, the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire, M. de Calonne, The Fish, Thomas,(297) Mie Mie and myself.  I had liked (sic) to have forgot Lady E. Forster, que l’on n’oublie pas souvent, dans cette partie au moins; but now on sonne deja; le reste donc sera pour demain, et pour quand j’aurai ete l’autre cote de la Riviere; so, for the present, I wish you a good night, my dear Lady Carlisle.

Tuesday morning, Isleworth.—­Now, to begin my letter properly, and in course, it would be to say “Good morrow” to you, or, as they say in Ireland, “Good morrow morning” to you, my dear Madam.

I hastened my coming here lest they should be gone, but they do not set out till after dinner.  Caroline is well enough to take a much longer journey than from hence to Cliveden.  I came with a commission from the Duke to invite them to dinner, to meet the Princess Chatterriski, whom I suppose you know; I find that she is no favourite of Lady C(aroline), nor is her friend D’Oraison of mine, but he comes to.  The Duke left me to go and invite the Boufflers, but whether they will come or not I do not know.