[Yesterday] went to Madame Moreau’s, where there was a concert. It was more disagreeable as to arrangement than a concert in London; because all the women were seated in three rows of chairs round an oval room, without a possibility of moving, or of a single man getting near them. ... At twelve o’clock we went to Talleyrand’s; that is to say, chez la Comtesse Edmond de Périgord, his niece, i.e. a daughter of the Duchesse de Courland, whom he has separated from his nephew, to whom she was married. She is not five-and-twenty, and has a head more like a pretty serpent than anything I know. Here we found music again; it was only Blangini at the pianoforte, and Mdlle. Renaud and another professor singing. The society did not consist of above twenty-five people—all his old set of gambling women.