“. . . Grey, Rosslyn, the Lansdownes, &c., dined at the Duke of Gloucester’s on Wednesday, when the Duchess after dinner talked to Lady Lansdowne about this trial, and said:—‘It was a very foolish, and indeed a very wrong thing to have got into, but the King had been greatly deceived upon the subject.’ My authority for this is Lord John Russell, who told me that Lady Lansdowne told him. This is just as it should be: the gay deceiver has a good prospect. I wonder who he is. Is it Leach or Eldon?
“I’ll now tell you another story, perhaps not unconnected with this. Yesterday and to-day I have walked to Kensington Gardens before I came here; and to-day I met Lady Conyngham and Lady Elizabeth* walking with a footman behind them. You know the palpable, unqualified cut they have treated me with these last two years, but to-day it was quite another thing. No, no! an old acquaintance was not to pass her in that way: had there been any bystanders, they might have thought she was asking alms of me. She was evidently dying for me to turn about with her to talk politicks, and I was an idiot not to do it. I might have learnt from her how the dear King had been deceived. . . . Mr. Attorney has just finished, and the Solicitor has taken the field. He has announced that he shall finish to-day, and then the House will adjourn till Thursday. The object of this adjournment is a last effort to bring this noble jury to their collars; but it is too late—the charm for once is broken. . . .”
“. . . Mr. Solicitor is to have two hours more on Monday morning. A more vulgar, bombastical, blackguard chap I never in my life heard. . . .”
