I thought
it looked and smelt like a Russia-leather carpet. Then I came to
the brink of the water, to a little deserted fishing pavilion
surrounded by a wilderness of bloom that was once a garden, and
then I ran home to breakfast. After breakfast I went over the very
same ground with Lady Francis, extremely demure, with my bonnet on
my head and a parasol in my hand, and the utmost propriety of
decorous demeanor, and said never a word of my mad morning's
explorings. A girl's run and a young lady's walk are very different
things, and I hold both pleasant in their way. The carriage was
ordered to take my mother to Addlestone to see poor old Mrs.
Whitelock, and during her absence Lady Francis and I repaired to
her own private sitting-room, and we entertained each other with
extracts from our respective journals. I was struck with the high
esteem she expressed for Lord Carlisle; in one place in her journal
she said she wished she could hope her boys would grow up as
excellent men as he is, and this in spite of her party politics,
for she is a Tory and he a Whig, and she is really a partisan
politician.
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