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.
AN EXCURSION To PLYMOUTH DOCKYARD.
Aug. 19.—Again this morning was spent by the royals at Plymouth dock—by me in strolls round the house. The wood here is truly enchanting—the paths on the slant down to the water resemble those of sweet Norbury park.