Nov. 28.—The queen, after a very long airing, came in to dress, and summoned me immediately; and in two minutes the princess royal entered, and said something in German, and then added, “And Mr. Fairly, ma’am, begs he may see you a moment, now, if possible.”
This is his first coming to the house since her royal highness’s birthday, just two months ago.
“I am very sorry,” was answered coolly, “but I am going to dress.”
“He won’t keep you a moment, mamma, only he wants to get on to St. Leonards to dinner.”
“Miss Fuzilier is now there.”
“Well, then,” she answered, “I’ll slip on my powdering-gown, and see him.” I found, however, they had already met, probably in the passage, for the queen added, “How melancholy he looks, does not he, princess royal?”
“Yes, indeed, mamma!”—They then again talked German.
The princess then went to call him; and I hastened into the next room, with some caps just then inspecting.
Mr. Turbulent again dined with us, and said, “I find Mr. Fairly is here to-day? when is he to be married?”
Mrs. Schwellenberg reproved him for talking of “soch things:” she holds it petty treason to speak of it, as they are both in office about the Court; though she confessed it would be in a fortnight.