ought a good collection, but I was very well
pleased, particularly (pray tell Fanny) with a
small portrait of Mrs. Bingley,[250] excessively
like her.

I went in hopes of seeing one of her sister, but
there was no Mrs. Darcy. Perhaps, however, I may
find her in the great exhibition, which we shall
go to if we have time. I have no chance of her in
the collection of Sir Joshua Reynolds's
paintings, which is now showing in Pall Mall, and
which we are also to visit.

Mrs. Bingley's is exactly herself--size, shaped
face, features, and sweetness; there never was a
greater likeness. She is dressed in a white gown,
with green ornaments, which convinces me of what I
had always supposed, that green was a favourite
colour with her. I dare say Mrs. D. will be in
yellow.

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The events of yesterday were, our going to
Belgrave Chapel in the morning, our being
prevented by the rain from going to evening
service at St. James, Mr. Hampson's calling,
Messrs. Barlow and Phillips[251] dining here, and
Mr. and Mrs. Tilson's[252] coming in the evening
_a l'ordinaire_. _She_ drank tea with us both
Thursday and Saturday; _he_ dined out each day,
and on Friday we were with them, and they wish us
to go to them to-morrow evening to meet Miss
Burdett, but I do not know how it will end. Henry
talks of a drive to Hampstead, which may interfere
with it.

I should like to see Miss Burdett very well, but
that I am rather frightened by hearing that she
wishes to be introduced to _me_. If I _am_ a wild
beast I cannot help it. It is not my own fault.

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Get us the best weather you can for Wednesday,
Thursday, and Friday. We are to go to Windsor in
our way to Henley, which will be a great delight.
We shall be leaving Sloane Street about 12, two or
three hours after Charles's party have begun their
journey. You will miss them, but the comfort of
getting back into your own room will be great. And
then the tea and sugar!

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