“My dear Mr. Crisp.
“I must positively talk to you again of the sweet Baroness Deiden,
though I am half afraid to write you any more details of our Duet
Concerts, lest they should tire your patience as much as my fingers.
But you will be pleased to hear that they are still _à-la-mode_. We
have just had another at the request of M. le Comte de Guignes, the
French ambassador, delivered by Lady Edgcumbe; who not only came again
her lively self, but brought her jocose and humorous lord; who seems as
sportive and as fond of a _hoax_ as any tar who walks the quarter-deck;
and as cleverly gifted for making, as he is gaily disposed for enjoying
one. They were both full of good-humour and spirits, and we liked them
amazingly. They have not a grain of what you style the torpor of the
times.
Lady Edgcumbe was so transported by Müthel, that when her lord emitted
a little cough, though it did not find vent till he had half stifled
himself to check it, she called out, ‘What do you do here, my Lord,
coughing? We don’t want that accompaniment.’ I wish you could have seen
how drolly he looked. I am sure he was full primed with a ready
repartee. But her ladyship was so intently in ecstacy, and he saw us
all round so intently admiring her enthusiasm, that I verily believe he
thought it would not be safe to interrupt the performance, even with
the best witticism of his merry imagination.
“We had also, for contrast, the new Groom of the Stole, Lord
Ashburnham, with his key of gold dangling from his pocket. He is
elegant and pleasing, though silent and reserved; and just as
scrupulously high-bred, as Lord Edgcumbe is frolicsomely facetious.
“But, my dear Mr. Crisp, we had again the bewitching Danish
ambassadress, the Baroness Deiden, and her polite husband, the Baron.
She is really one of the most delightful creatures in this lower world,
if she is not one of the most deceitful. We were more charmed with her
than ever. I wonder whether Ophelia was like her? or, rather, I have no
doubt but she was just such another. So musical, too! The Danish Court
was determined to show us that our great English bard knew what he was
about, when he drew so attractive a Danish female. The Baron seems as
sensible of her merit as if he were another Hamlet himself—though that
is no man I ever yet saw! She speaks English very prettily; as
she can’t help, I believe, doing whatever she sets about. She said to
my father, ‘How good you were, Sir, to remember us! We are very much
oblige indeed.’ And then to my sister, ‘I have heard _no music_ since I
was here last!’
“We had also Lord Barrington, brother to my father’s good friend
Daines, and to the excellent Bishop of Salisbury.[9]. His lordship,
as you know, is universally reckoned clever, witty, penetrating, and
shrewd. But he bears this high character any where rather than in his
air and look, which by no means pronounce his superiority of their own
accord. Doubtless, however, he has ‘that within which passeth shew;’
for there is only one voice as to his talents and merit.
“His Honour, Mr. Brudenel,—but I will not again run over the names of
the duplicates from the preceding concerts. I will finish my list with
Lord Sandwich.
“And most welcome he made himself to us, in entering the
drawing-room, by giving intelligence that he had just heard from the
circumnavigators, and that our dear James was well.
“Lord Sandwich is a tall, stout man, and looks as furrowed and
weather-proof as any sailor in the navy; and, like most of the old
set of that brave tribe, he has good nature and joviality marked in
every feature. I want to know why he is called Jemmy Twitcher in the
newspapers? Do pray tell me that?
“But why do I prepare for closing my account, before I mention him
for whom it was opened? namely, M. le Comte de Guignes, the French
ambassador.
“He was looked upon, when he first came over, as one of the handsomest
of men, as well as one of the most gallant; and his conquests amongst
the fair dames of the court were in proportion with those two
circumstances. I hope, therefore, now,—as I am no well-wisher to these
sort of conquerors,—that his defeats, in future, will counter-balance
his victories; for he is grown so fat, and looks so sleek and supine,
that I think the tender tribe will hence-forward be in complete safety,
and may sing, in full chorus, while viewing him,
“‘Sigh no more, Ladies, sigh no more!’
“He was, however, very civil, and seemed well entertained; though
he left an amusing laugh behind him from the pomposity of his exit;
for not finding, upon quitting the music room, with an abrupt
_French leave_, half a dozen of our lackeys waiting to anticipate his
orders; half a dozen of those gentlemen not being positively at hand;
he indignantly and impatiently called out aloud: ‘_Mes gens! où sont
mes gens? Que sont ils donc devenu? Mes gens! Je dis! Mes gens!_’
“Previously to this, the duet had gone off with its usual eclât.
“Lord Sandwich then expressed an earnest desire to hear the Baroness
play: but she would not listen to him, and seemed vexed to be
entreated, saying to my sister Hettina, who joined his lordship in the
solicitation, ‘Oh yes! it will be very pretty, indeed, after all this
so fine music, to see me play a little minuet!’
“Lord Sandwich applied to my father to aid his petition; but my
father, though he wished himself to hear the Baroness again, did not
like to tease her, when he saw her modesty of refusal was real; and
consequently, that overcoming it would be painful. I am sure I could
not have pressed her for the world! But Lord Sandwich, who, I suppose,
is heart of oak, was not so scrupulous, and hovered over her,
and would not desist; though turning her head away from him, and waving
her hand to distance him, she earnestly said: ‘I beg—I beg, my lord!—’
“Lord Barrington then, who, we found, was an intimate acquaintance of
the ambassador’s, attempted to seize the waving hand; conjuring her to
consent to let him lead her to the instrument.
“But she hastily drew in her hand, and exclaimed: ‘Fie, fie, my lord
Barrington!—so ill natured!—I should not think was you! Besides, you
have heard me so often.’
“‘Madame la Baronne,’ replied he, with vivacity, ‘I want you to play
precisely because Lord Sandwich has not heard you, and because I have!’
“All, however, was in vain, till the Baron came forward, and said to
her, ‘_Ma chère_—you had better play something—anything—than give
such a trouble.’
“She instantly arose, saying with a little reluctant shrug, but
accompanied by a very sweet smile, ‘Now this looks just as if I was
like to be so much pressed!’
“She then played a slow movement of Abel’s, and a minuet of Schobert’s,
most delightfully, and with so much soul and expression, that
your Hettina could hardly have played them better.
“She is surely descended in a right line from Ophelia! only, now I
think of it, Ophelia dies unmarried. That is horribly unlucky. But,
oh Shakespeare!—all-knowing Shakespeare!—how came you to picture
just such female beauty and sweetness and harmony in a Danish court,
as was to be brought over to England so many years after, in a Danish
ambassadress?
“But I have another no common thing to tell you. Do you know that my
Lord Barrington, from the time that he addressed the Baroness Deiden,
and that her manner shewed him to stand fair in her good opinion, wore
quite a new air? and looked so high-bred and pleasing, that I could not
think what he had done with his original appearance; for it then had as
good a Viscount mien as one might wish to see on a summer’s day. Now
how is this, my dear Daddy? You, who deride all romance, tell me how it
could happen? I know you formerly were acquainted with Lord Barrington,
and liked him very much—pray, was it in presence of some fair Ophelia
that you saw him?”