I was much loved; and I felt more delighted at the proofs each gave me of that than at what occasioned them.

In the evening I went to the Queen's: you may readily conceive her joy.

On my first entrance, she called me 'her dear Princess of Wales;' and addressed Madam de Sonsfeld as 'Milady.' This latter took the liberty of hinting to her, that it would be better to keep quiet; that the King having yet given no notice of this business, might be provoked at such demonstration, and that the least trifle could still ruin all her hopes.
The Countess Finkenstein joining her remonstrances to Sonsfeld's, the Queen, though with regret, promised to moderate herself." [Wilhelmina, i.

215.] This is the effulgent flaming-point of the long-agitated English Match, which we have so often caught in a bitterly smoking condition.

"The King indeed spoke nothing of it to us, on his return to Berlin in a day or two," says Wilhelmina; "which we thought strange." But everybody considered it certain, nothing but the details left to settle.