“Come hither, Amelia; who do you think is here—in Miss Burney's room?”
“Lany,” answered the quick little creature; for so she calls Mrs. Delany, who had already exerted herself to come to the Lodge with her congratulations.
The king, taking the hand of the little princess, said they would go and see her; and turning to the queen as they left the room, called out,
“What shall we do with Mrs. Delany?”
“What the king pleases,” was her answer.
I followed them to my room, where his majesty stayed some time, giving that dear old lady a history of the concert of the preceding evening, and that he had ordered for this day for the princess royal. It is rather unfortunate her royal highness should have her birth-day celebrated by an art which she even professes to have no taste for, and to hear almost with pain.
The king took Mrs. Delany to breakfast with himself and family.
I wore my memorable present-gown this day in honour of the princess royal. It is a lilac tabby. I saw the king for a minute at night, as he returned from the Castle, and he graciously admired it, calling out “Emily should see Miss Burney's gown now, and she would think her fine enough.”