April 15.—I look into my old journals and find that my first lesson in salad making was given me by Lord Chancellor Manners—about the time my novel O’Donnel appeared. The day after getting my book, when he discovered its emancipating tendency, he ordered it to be burnt in the servants’ hall, and then said to Lady Manners, (who told it to my sister) “Jenny, I wish I had not given her the secret of my salad.” Ever after, he only bowed to me when we met at court, never spoke to me. Jenny was my old crony, friend and confidant up to that moment; but O’Donnel lost me my charming friend. She had been educated in a Catholic convent, was the child of Catholic parents, her mother born in low life, and she only became a Protestant on becoming a peeress. Her brother, Lord Glengall, was converted before.
