Thursday
My Dear Henry
I came down again the night before last, where I left you writing notes, in the Dining room but you were flown. I hardly expected you would be able to come & take leave of us yesterday, knowing what the last Morning always is. Lydia neglected to come to Gwynne 1 for the key of the places left open at Constance’s 2 desire. Therefore she cannot lock up those cupboards or Presses till we have an opportunity of sending it. a great many things were left out this time on purpose that nothing might be broke [sic] open or locks picked, which you know annoys Mr F. 3 but he was so ill when we came away & so was Gwynne that I was obliged to settle it all as well as I could, & all in a hurry at the last moment. Pray tell me whether my grassseed [sic] is coming up & whether Constance is not charmed to see a green gazon 4 instead of the odd frond. Two more physicians are gone down this Morning to Windsor, it is reported the K. 5 is mad. The D. of Bedford 6 I am afraid is really dying. Lord Bath 7 is so bad that two Surgeons are gone down express to Longleat. He will not have enjoyed that beautiful place long. Stavordale 8 is better, but not well enough to be moved, and they do not leave Melbury 9 for another week –
Tell me how you found everything this most ungenial season
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