My last Friday was my first dancing one. It began, my house open, and as bright as candles and Baudouin’s band playing ‘Cherry Ripe,’ could make it, by my sitting to receive at eight alone and crying, for at this very time, to that very tune, my adorable and happy child was last year at my side.^[*^] People came flocking in, and they said it was gay and pretty.

[*Lady Granville’s youngest child, Freddy, was sent to boarding school in England at the age of eight.]