In the evening, walked through the mud to the theatre: it would have held Drury Lane within it. There was a large box in the middle for the court, but so empty a theatre I think I never saw: there might be about thirty people in the pit, not near a dozen in the boxes, including ourselves, and yet we had ‘Les Deux Nièces’ and ‘L’Amant Bourru,’ very tolerably acted; and a very tolerable orchestra, composed, I fancy, of the band of the regiment.