(1779,) April 18, Sunday, Paris.—. . .  I have managed in regard to my lodging as I once did in regard to poor Mr. Pottinger, whom I wanted to avoid and so asked him in my confusion to dine with me, which you cannot forget that he accepted.  I wished above all things to be lodged as far from a certain Lady(140) as I could, and I have so contrived it, that for the present I am next door.  I intend for the future to describe her by that name, that is, La Dame, as Lord Clarendon does the Duchess of Cleveland.  I will for the rest of my life mention her as little as possible; but when I am forced to speak upon her subject I will take care not to call her by her name, and I am the more authorised so to do, as she has called me by every name but that by which I should be described, and that is your friend.

The Barone servante is gone to England, as you perhaps know, and perhaps she is now on his (sic) road back.  However I shall be quit I hope for a distant bow; for although honest Iago had taken as much care as possible that he should cut my throat, a much better friend took care that he should not; which is the Marechal B(iron).(141)

I went yesterday to the Marechal for the first time; he was in his levee room; it was the day that the officers of the Gardes francoises always dine with him.  We dropt upon him once (again?) the same day; but this was at noon, and he was giving audience.  He took me out immediately into another room, and after some civil reproaches for not having been there before—­for some English, who dine with him on a Friday, had told him that I was come—­he entered into a very particular conversation upon that very disagreeable subject, upon which he spoke with all the reason and good nature and propriety imaginable.

I said for you everything which I could conceive it would be agreeable to you that I should say.  I found it very acceptable, and his respect for you so great, and so much real kindness mixed with it, that having in my coach a picture of Caroline, which I had intended for the Duchesse de la Valiere, I desired him to accept of it, and I think he received it as well as I could for her sake have wished him to do.  I believe he will think that Lady Dunmore’s daughters will not be the only beauties that we shall be able to produce.  He was delighted with it.  I gave him also another of Admiral Keppell,(142) which is an extraordinary good one.  Caroline’s was not a good impression, which I am sorry for.  I gave my other where I dined, to Me de la Vaupaliere, to be a pendant to your own, and you must send me one of Lady C(arlisle), ill as she is represented, that the collection may be complete.

What he said besides was inevitable.  I am unwilling to repeat it.  I wish that there was not so much truth in it.  I wish that it could be remedied, but that is impossible, for the only step towards it, which is returning to her family, and to yours, she is determined not to take; she will return no more to England I believe, if she can help it, unless [to] be totally abandoned and plundered everywhere else becomes a necessary inducement.