Sharp. She is an excellent kind friend. I am read
and admired in Ireland, too. There is a Mrs.
Fletcher, the wife of a judge, an old lady, and
very good and very clever, who is all curiosity to
know about me--what I am like, and so forth. I am
not known to her by _name_, however. This comes
through Mrs. Carrick, not through Mrs. Gore. You
are quite out there.

I do not despair of having my picture in the
Exhibition at last--all white and red, with my
head on one side; or perhaps I may marry young Mr.
D'Arblay. I suppose in the meantime I shall owe
dear Henry a great deal of money for printing, &c.

I hope Mrs. Fletcher will indulge herself with _S.
and S._

November 6.

Having half an hour before breakfast (very snug in
my own room, lovely morning, excellent fire--fancy
me!) I will give you some account of the last two
days. And yet, what is there to be told? I shall
get foolishly minute unless I cut the matter
short.

We met only the Bretons at Chilham Castle, besides
a Mr. and Mrs. Osborne and a Miss Lee staying in
the house, and were only fourteen altogether. My
brother and Fanny thought it the pleasantest party
they had ever known there, and I was very well
entertained by bits and scraps.

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By-the-bye, as I must leave off being young, I
find many _douceurs_ in being a sort of
_chaperon_, for I am put on the sofa near the
fire, and can drink as much wine as I like. We had
music in the evening: Fanny and Miss Wildman
played, and Mr. James Wildman sat close by and
listened, or pretended to listen.

. . . Mrs. Harrison[274] and I found each other out,
and had a very comfortable little complimentary
friendly chat. She is a sweet woman--still quite a
sweet woman in herself, and so like her sister! I
could almost have thought I was speaking to Mrs.
Lefroy. She introduced me to her daughter, whom I
think pretty, but most dutifully inferior to _la
Mere Beaute_.

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