_Monday, July 8._--I rose at six, and was called to the queen soon after
seven. Only Mrs. Schwellenberg was with her, and again she made me
a mere looker-on; and the obligation I felt to her sent me somewhat
lighter hearted from her presence.
When she was dressed, in a simple morning gown, she had her hat and
cloak put on, to go to prayers at eight o'clock, at the king's chapel in
the Castle; and I returned to my room.
At noon came my dear father, and spent an hour or two with me--so happy!
so contented! so big with every pleasant expectation!--I rejoice to
recollect that I did nothing, said nothing this morning to check his
satisfaction; it was now, suddenly and at once, all my care to increase
his delight. And so henceforward it must invariably continue.
We parted cheerfully on both sides; yet I saw a little pang in his last
embrace, and felt it in his dear hands:--but I kept myself well up, and
he left me, I really believe, without a wish ungratified.
At dressing-time the same quiet conduct was still observed by the
queen--fixed in her benign determination to permit me to recover breath
and ease, ere she gave me any other trial than merely standing in her
presence.
At dinner we--I mean Mrs. Schwellenberg and myself--had Miss Planta and
Colonel Polier; and I was happy to be again diverted with the excess of
his satisfaction at sight of turtle upon the table.