“. . . I wish you could have been with me when I
entered our Premier’s drawing-room
last night. I was rather early, and he was standing alone with his back to a
fire—the best dressed, the handsomest, and apparently the happiest man in
all his royal master’s dominions. . . . Lady
Grey was as proud of my lord’s speech as she ought to be,
and she, too, looked as handsome and happy as ever she
could be. . . . She said at least 3 times—‘Come and sit here,
Mr. Creevey.’ You see
the cause of this uniform kindness of Lady Grey to myself
is her recollection that I was all for Lord Grey when many
of his present worshippers were doing all they could against him. . . . Upon
one of the duets between Lord Grey and me last night,
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