[A]t nine went to Lord Barrymore’s, who had invited some part of our neighbourhood to a “little dance,” as he express’d it on his cards. It was a very agreeable small party, a very elegant supper. Two long tables in the circular room, as not company sufficient for those round the room as before, and in the centre was a stove, which made it charming warm. My lord, and one of his brothers, and Mrs. Bertie sang some good catches after supper, which, as all have charming voices, was very pleasant.