at Lansdowne House.
,
party
at Lady Charlotte Greville's
—deplorable waste of time, and something of temper. Nothing imparted— nothing acquired—talking without ideas:—if any thing like
thought
in my mind, it was not on the subjects on which we were gabbling. Heigho!—and in this way half London pass what is called life. To-morrow there is Lady Heathcote's—shall I go? yes—to punish myself for not having a pursuit.
Let me see—what did I see? The