"It is impossible to doubt the truth of what you say, my dear
Mademoiselle de Chatenoeuf, after having heard your performance. I knew
that you were considered a good performer, but I had no idea of the
perfection which you have arrived at."
"If your daughters are really fond of music, they would soon do as well,
my lady," replied I.
"Impossible," exclaimed her ladyship; "but still they must gain
something from listening to you. You look fatigued. Do you wish to go
to bed? Augusta will go up with you."
"I have a nervous headache," replied I, "and I will accept your
ladyship's considerate proposal."
Augusta, the eldest daughter, lighted a chamber-candle, and went up with
me into my room. After a little conversation, she wished me good-night,
and thus passed the first day in St James's Square.