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Oct. 20th. I wrote to you by the last post, dearest Dot, & not knowing you were at Bushy, till the following Monday, when your very kind & affectionate letter, reached me, I directed it to Mr. Curling's, so that it is very probable you may never receive it. You may console yourself however for its loss, when I tell you, that it contained little more than abuse, & now that I find that you did not deserve all the names I honoured you with, my conscience reproaches me for my base insinuations, & I almost wish, as the only "amende honorable" in my power, that you may never be condemned to wade through it. I am delighted to find that my letters give dear Papa pleasure, & all the foolish succes I have here, never have, & never will give me one half the proud feeling of satisfaction, that I experienced at that part of your kind epistle, in which you so good-naturedly informed me, that he was pleased with my correspondence. I am only sorry that Paris now affords me such trifling materials & so few subjects likely to interest him. We dined yesterday at the Duke of Wellington's, a wedding feast in honour of General & Lady Sarah Maitland. They were only married 5 days previously, & in a manner, not in my option, very creditable to either. As I informed you in my last, we expected to have had some scenes, and I really went in fear & trembling, lest some of the parties should be overcome. However I was quite mistaken, for had they been married 50 years, they could not have conducted themselves