My dear Mrs.
Hodgson,—I send you the cake I promised and a brace of
partridges, which I hope will prove better than the unfortunate moor game. We
dined at Chatsworth yesterday, and I heard of nothing from all the party
severally but Mr. Hodgson. The cutting
of his hair had not deprived him of the power of his mind. They were all
delighted with him, as I knew they would be; and the duke told me he regretted having lost a great deal of his
conversation, but that the ladies had torn him from him, and he cannot hear
unless one JAMES MONTGOMERY. 91
