My dearest Hetty,
I am sorry I could not more immediately write; but I really have not had
a moment since your last.
Now I know what you next want is, to hear accounts of kings, queens, and
such royal personages. O ho! do you so? Well.
Shall I tell you a few matters of fact?--or, had you rather a few
matters of etiquette? Oh, matters of etiquette, you cry! for matters of
fact are short and stupid, and anybody can tell, and everybody is tired
with them.
Very well, take your own choice.
To begin, then, with the beginning.
You know I told you, in my last, my various difficulties, what sort of
preferment to turn my thoughts to, and concluded with just starting a
young budding notion of decision, by suggesting that a handsome pension
for nothing at all would be as well as working night and day for a
salary.
This blossom of an idea, the more I dwelt upon, the more I liked.
Thinking served it for a hothouse, and it came out into full blow as I
ruminated upon my pillow. Delighted that thus all my contradictory and
wayward fancies were overcome, and my mind was peaceably settled what
to wish and to demand, I gave over all further meditation upon choice of
elevation, and had nothing more to do but to make my election known.
My next business, therefore, was to be presented. This could be no
difficulty; my coming hither had been their own desire, and they had
earnestly pressed its execution. I had only to prepare myself for the
rencounter.
You would never believe--you, who, distant from Courts and courtiers,
know nothing of their ways--the many things to be studied, for appearing
with a proper propriety before crowned heads. Heads without crowns are
quite other sort of rotundas.
Now, then, to the etiquette. I inquired into every particular, that no
error might be committed. And as there is no saying what may happen in
this mortal life, I shall give you those instructions I have received
myself, that, should you find yourself in the royal presence, you may
know how to comport yourself.