Nice smiling Mr. Barlowe met us at the door and, in reply to enquiries
after news, said that peace was generally expected. I have taken
possession of my bedroom, unpacked my bandbox, sent Miss P.'s two
letters to the twopenny post, been visited by Md. B., and am now
writing by myself at the new table in the front room. It is snowing.
We had some snowstorms yesterday, and a smart frost at night, which
gave us a hard road from Cobham to Kingston; but as it was then
getting dirty and heavy, Henry had a pair of leaders put on to the
bottom of Sloane St. His own horses, therefore, cannot have had hard
work. I watched for _veils_ as we drove through the streets, and had
the pleasure of seeing several upon vulgar heads. And now, how do you
all do?--you in particular, after the worry of yesterday and the day
before. I hope Martha had a pleasant visit again, and that you and my
mother could eat your beef-pudding. Depend upon my thinking of the
chimney-sweeper as soon as I wake to-morrow. Places are secured at
Drury Lane for Saturday, but so great is the rage for seeing Kean that
only a third and fourth row could be got; as it is in a front box,
however, I hope we shall do pretty well--Shylock, a good play for
Fanny--she cannot be much affected, I think.
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