This leaves very little time for our drives, shopping, and calls before dinner at eight, and then the evening gayeties begin again.
At a ball at Lady Russell's last night, I saw the Prince of Wales, and danced in the set with him.

He is growing stout, and looks dissipated.

I was disappointed in him, for neither in appearance nor conversation was he at all princely.

I was introduced to a very brilliant and delightful young gentleman from America.

I was charmed with him, and rather surprised to learn that he wrote the poems which were so much admired last season, also that he is the son of a rich tailor.