London
July 10th
My dear Henry
Thanks for your enquiries after my foot, which turned out much better than I expected, for it did not hinder my dancing at Almacks, 1 nor yesterday at Ly Rendleshams 2 – Pray keep some roses for me, I shall take it so unkind if they are all gone when I arrive. We are all in un mar di confusione 3 preparatory to the ball – very unlike the quiet shades of Laycock.
Addio, give my love to Constance 4 & the wee things & the enclosed programme to Amandier 5 – it may divert her. Please some of you write soon –
Yr aff Sister
Horatia
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