“I begin here, not from having anything to write about, but from pure affection to the spot. As soon as I see my four turrets come in view when I turn into Tower Street, I think what agreeable companions they have been to me, and I always hope they may continue so for a little longer.
“Here’s the bower, the darling Tower, The Tower that Rufus planted; Dear Norman King! ’twas just the thing— The thing that Creevey wanted. |
“I’ll tell you one project I wish my Tower to carry into execution for me. I have set my heart upon our all going to the Menai Bridge in the autumn. My allowance for going to Ireland gives me one pair of horses, and my place will easily give the leaders. So think of it, ladies, and gratify me by saying it shall be done, and it shall be called ‘the Treat of the Tower.’ . . . Our dinner in Arlington Street was quite as gay as if Berkeley had not disgraced himself as he has done—the Manvers’s, George Ansons and de Ros’s, with the usual list of dandies and swindlers (D’Orsay included).”
