Lord Abergavenny’s son is certainly to marry Robinson’s daughter.  He gives her 25,000 pounds down, which does not pay all the young man’s debts.  Lord A(bergavenny) gives them a thousand a year.  He is a weak, good-tempered young man, or, as the King of Prussia called an acquaintance of mine, the Comte de Bohn, une belle bete.

Robinson seems rejoiced that he is to be allied to the Nevills, and that his posterity is to have the bear and ragged staff, red roses, and portcullises for their insignia.  Malden, to console himself for the infidelity of Mrs. Robinson, is gone to Bruxelles with his Royal Highness.(169)

(169) The Duke of Gloucester.

(1781, June 13,) Wednesday, 4 o clock.—­P.S.—­I have been at Bedford House, and performed my homage.  I dine at Streatham on Sunday, and in the course of the next week go to settle myself there.  I met Admiral Biron in my way back, and had some discourse with him on the subject of his sister.(170) He spoke to me about her with great good nature and reason, but said that the correspondence was between his wife and her, and seemed to hint, if he was himself consulted, he should advise her better.  He expects her home, from the tenor of her letters to Mrs. Biron, so perhaps, after all, she may come.  If she does, Bory and I shall prepare a reception for her.

Storer is coming here to dinner.  He lives now with Mr. Walpole; has his lodging at Strawberry Hill, as an antiquarian.  March dines here also.  There are to be two more promenades at Bedford House on a Monday, and then she (the Duchess) goes to Ouburn (Woburn) for the rest of the year.

The bank won last night, as Lord Clermont (tells me?), 4,000; that must have been chiefly of the General; but of the bankers, those who deal, punt also; so they may have contributed.

At Streatham I shall be within two miles of Gregg, so we shall have together a great deal of discourse about you.  Admiral Biron was the other day at Castle Howard, and saw little Elizabeth, who was very well.  I like the Admiral much.

P.M. (sic).—­Poor Storer is gone away in great dudgeon.  March fell asleep on one side of him, and I on the other, the moment that the cloth was taken away.  He was not last night in the Division, or made any bargain.  He has been all this day at Charles’s auction, to secure for him his books.  All his things were upon sale yesterday and to-day.  Some of his books are very scarce and valuable.  I wonder that, knowing himself liable to such an attack, he did not keep them at Brooks’s, where they would have been for ever unmolested.

Mrs. Elliot is returned from France, and I have seen her in a vis-a-vis with that idiot Lord Cholm(ondeley); so I suppose that is to go on as it did.

My servants tell me that Sir J. Irwin sets out for Ireland to-morrow, but that I believe is not so; I understood him last night that it would be a month before he went.  He said that he should go no more this Session to the House of Commons.  I believe that Mr. Robinson will find it very difficult to muster so many of his troops as were assembled there last night, any more this year.  It was insufferably hot and dull.