MAY “ONE” COME IN?
Sunday, Aug. 16.—Lord Courtown brought me a very obliging message from Lady Mount-Edgecumbe, who had been here at noon to kiss hands, on becoming a countess from a baroness. She sent to invite me to see her place, and contrive to dine and spend the day there. Her majesty approves the Mount-Edgecumbe invitation.
Aug. 18.—This morning the royals were all at a grand naval review. I spent the time very serenely in my favourite wood, which abounds in seats of all sorts and then I took a fountain Pen, and wrote my rough journal for copying to my dear Sorelle.[314]
In the evening, Lord Courtown, opening my parlour door, called out, “May one come in?”
“May one?” exclaimed Colonel Goldsworthy; “may two, may three,—may four?—I like your one, indeed!”
And in they all entered, and remained in sociable conversation till they were all called, late, to cards.