at her house--herself, T---- M----, poor Emily
de Viry, and poorer myself.

These are my floating plans for the summer. Of course you will hear into
what specific arrangements they consolidate themselves by degrees.

_All_ the theatres where I act--indeed, as far as I can see, all the
theatres throughout the country--are Theatres Royal; and with very good
reason, for they are certainly all equally patronized by royalty.

I forgot to tell you that before leaving London, I carried your bag,
_i.e._ my worsted-work, to your nephew's lodging, beseeching him, in a
civil note, to take charge of it for you. I have received a civil note
from him in reply, professing his readiness to do so, but adding that he
will not be in Dublin till the dissolution of Parliament, which will not
take place till the middle of July; in reply to which, I wrote him
another civil note, telling him I would apprise you of this, and then
you could either leave the bag in his custody, till he went to
Ardgillan, or inform him of any method by which you might choose to have
it forwarded to you more immediately.

I am not satisfied with the way in which it is made up; my own work was
thick and clumsy enough, and I think they have finished the bag with a
view to matching, rather than counteracting, these defects in the
original composition. However, its value to you I know will be none the
less for this; though, as I also know you are very _particular_, I wish
it had been more neatly and lightly finished. I have put the strip of
worsted-work you wished preserved inside the bag, and would humbly
advise you to cut it up for kettle-holders, for which purpose it appears
to me infinitely better adapted than for the housewife you proposed to
make of it. However, you know I am shy about giving advice, so never
mind what I say....

The weather is cold, rainy, windy, in short, odiously tempestuous; in
spite of which I went into the sea yesterday, and shall do so every day
while I am here; the freshness of the salt water is delicious.

Now, at this present moment, when I was about to close this letter,
comes another from you, and I shall lump that in this answer; for 'tis
absurd merely to wait till to-morrow that I may take up another sheet
of paper to write to you upon, when in all human probability I shall
have nothing new whatever to tell you.

I find that Charles Mason has made arrangements for me with the Exeter
manager, and that I shall act there four ni