Caroline gone abroad, and I left here!  It is the reverse of an ordinary situation, for good or ill-luck has mostly ordained⁶ that I should be the absent one.  Mother will be quite tired out by the young enthusiasm of Caroline.  She will demand to be taken everywhere—to Paris continually, of course; to all the stock shrines⁷ of history’s devotees; to palaces and prisons; to kings’ tombs and queens’ tombs; to cemeteries⁸ and picture-galleries, and royal hunting forests.  My poor mother, having gone over most of this ground many times before, will perhaps not find the perambulation so exhilarating as will Caroline herself.  I wish I could have gone with them.  I would not have minded having my legs walked off to please Caroline.  But this regret is absurd: I could not, of course, leave my father with not a soul in the house to attend to the calls of the parishioners or to pour out his tea.

 

July 15.—A letter from Caroline to-day.  It is very strange that she tells me nothing which I expected her to tell—only trivial details.  She seems dazzled by the brilliancy of Paris—which no doubt appears still more brilliant to her from the fact of her only being able to obtain occasional glimpses of it.  She would see that Paris, too, has a seamy side if you live there.  I was not aware that the Marlets knew so many people.  If, as mother has said, they went to reside at Versailles for reasons of economy, they will not effect much in that direction while they make a practice of entertaining all the acquaintances who happen to be in their neighbourhood.  They do not confine their hospitalities to English people, either.  I wonder who this M. de la Feste is, in whom Caroline says my mother is so much interested.

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