sagreeable report has prevailed lately, but I believe without
the least foundation, that Crew has lost a monstrous sum to Menil.
Almack's thrives, but no great events there. I have ordered the
M[arquis] of Kildare to be put up at the young club, at White's. If
little Harry is come to town, he shall write to you; others should
write to you if I could make them, but I am afraid those wishes are
more of a courtier than a friend. I should be sorry and ashamed, by
endeavouring to flatter your inclination, if I lost your good
opinion, which without flattery I value much.

I sat the other morning with Miss Blake; Lady S[arah], and Sir
Ch[arle]s were rode out, and I did not see them. She told me a
letter was come from Charles, and there is a rendezvous she said,
somewhere, but she could not recollect where. She thought you
intended to meet Charles and their family at Spa the end of the
summer; if so, I shall not despair of seeing you many months sooner
than I can otherwise expect it. I shall know to-day at dinner more
particularly about it. Lord March thanks you for your frequent and
kind mention of him.

My new chaise comes home the week after next. I shall defer making a
chariot for some time. I may, perhaps, ask your opinion about a
friensh [French?] equipage. March's great room is gilding, and when
finished he is to give a dinner to Lady Sarah, and a concert to a
great many more. I will finish this au sortir de table.

Tuesday night.--I dined at Sir Charles's. Harry came to town this
morning with his French friend and Academist. He has promised me to
write to you next post. Lady Sarah says that if you are not
satisfied about the St. Andrew, Hemmins is to blame, not her. She
could not get him to come near her; and the day it was finished,
which was the day before it went away, she never saw it.

Charles, I find, is to meet you in April at Rome; and Lady Sarah the
latter end of the summer to meet him at Spa. You do not return to
Nice. I do not count much upon hearing from you, but by accident,
when you proceed further into Italy.

Sir R. Rich died last night only, so I can know nothing of his
preferments yet. Dr. Smith, the Master of Trinity, is also dead, and
Dr. Hinchliff asks for his Headship. Lady Sarah was melancholy about
Stee (81); she hears that his lethargy increases, and thinks it
probable her sister may lose both her husband and son in a very
short time; that is a disagreeable perspective. They all desired to