COLD

_June 4th._--Our long-expected and much-dreaded hot weather has never

arrived, but instead of it cold, wet weather. The French said it was

an unusually bad season; they were quite _en colère_. It was this day

quite a storm; from the quantity of rain which had fallen there was a

little canal before the door; and as the dining-room was across the

yard, we could hardly get to it in wet weather without getting our

feet wet. I never felt anything so cold as it was in France. We used

to sit shivering, wrapt up in shawls to try and keep ourselves warm.

There were no grates; the fire was lighted on the hearth between two

dogs, and we used to sit round it blowing the wood to try and make it

burn: to make matters worse there were two holes, one on each side of

the fireplace, apparently made to let the smoke into the room; these we

were obliged to stuff with paper. It was as bad in bed, and though we

had sent repeatedly, we could not get any quilts and only one cotton

blanket to each bed. There were no carpets in the rooms; only bare

stone floors, from which, besides being very cold, all the red came

off on to our gowns. We were most of us sufficiently tired of France.

I would have given anything in the world to get back to England, but

we thought there was no chance of that for a long time. Every person

was dismal: one got the rheumatism, another had a cold, another was

ill, another had chilblains, and another was melancholy; and all said

they would not grumble if they did not see other people grumble. I went

from room to room, and could get no consolation. In spite of their

spectacles and processions, there was a dulness in the streets and a

want of life in the people: everything seemed to be creeping along and

looking like oysters. The boys amused themselves with a swing; when the

soldiers were exercising they used sometimes to look in at the garden

gate to watch them. The servants were very dismal: they used often to

say how much they had been mistaken in France, and what fine stories

they would tell about it when they got back to Cumberland.

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