March went yesterday to Newmarket, and left a letter behind for me, to excuse him to the party; he returns on Thursday.  Here is not one single soul in this house, but I came here to write to you plus a mon aise.  Lady Mary Howard was at Tunbridge, and asked much after you; Lady Powis, the Duke of Leeds, hardly anybody besides that I knew.  Gen. Smith came there yesterday, and I believe was in hopes of making up a hazard table; at last Lord Killy (Kelly?) said that I might have one if I pleased.

Charles and Ste, &c., are gone for the present to Red Rice.  I was in hopes of seeing Storer to-day, but this damned turtle party has kept me so late that I doubt if I shall see him to-night.  I met him on the road, as I was going to Knowles, on his return from Tunbridge, and he then told me that he should set out for Castle Howard to-morrow, and would have set out to-day, but that I begged that I might see him first.

They can find no will of Lord Thomond’s as yet; so his poor nephew will by his procrastination be the loser of a considerable estate; for he certainly intended to have made him his heir, and the attorney had left with him a will to be filled up.  But we are never sure of doing anything but what we have but one minute for doing; what we think we may do any day, we put off so many days that we do not do it all.

This reflection, and the experience which I have had in other families of the consequences of these delays, determined me to lose no time in settling, for my dear Mie Mie, that which may be the only thing done for her, and only because we-may do it any day in the week.  But I thank God I’ve secured, as much as anything of that nature can be secured, what will be, I hope, a very comfortable resource for her.  I am egregiously deceived if it will not.  As for other things,’ I must hope for the best.  It makes me very serious when I think of it, because my affection and anxiety about her are beyond conception.

I shall not think of setting out for Gloucester, unless there is some new occurrence, till next week.  I have had no fresh alarm.  The lawyers are going on furiously and sanguinely against the Duchess of Kingston,(109) who is, they say, at Calais.  Feilding also complains of her; so elle s’est bromllee avec la justice au pied de la lettre.  Nobody doubts of her felony; the only debate in conversation is, whether she can have the benefit of her clergy.  Some think she will turn Papist.  All expect some untimely death.  C’est un execrable personage que celui que (sic) fait mon voisin.

James has cut out work enough for himself in Hertfordshire; il s’en repentira, ou je me trompe fort.  Adieu; my best compliments to Lady Carlisle and Lady Julia, and my love to the little ones.  I long to see the boy excessively.  I hear of your returning to London in September; pray let me hear your motions very particularly, and if you bring up the children.  I am ever most truly and affectionately yours.