The foreign ministers agreed, as to be sure you have been told, to make Monsieur de Guerchy’s cause commune; and the Attorney-general has filed an information against D’Eon:  the poor lunatic was at the Opera on Saturday, looking like Bedlam.  He goes armed, and threatens, what I dare say he would perform, to kill or be killed, if any attempt is made to seize him.

The East Indian affairs have taken a new turn.  Sullivan had twelve votes to ten:  Lord Clive bribed off one.  When they came to the election of chairman, Sullivan desired to be placed in the chair, without the disgrace of a ballot; but it was denied.  On the scrutiny, the votes appeared eleven and eleven.  Sullivan understood the blow, and with three others left the room.  Rous, his great enemy, was placed in the chair; since that, I think matters are a little compromised, and Sullivan does not abdicate the direction; but Lord Clive, it is supposed, will go to Bengal in the stead of Colonel Barr`e, as Sullivan and Lord Shelburne had intended.

Mr. Pitt is worse than ever with the gout.  Legge’s case is thought very dangerous:—­thus stand our politics, and probably will not fluctuate much for some months.  At least-I expect to have little more to tell you before I see you at Paris, except balls, weddings, and follies, of which, thank the moon! we never have a dearth:  for one of the latter class, we are obliged to the Archbishop,(602) who, in remembrance, I suppose, of his original profession of midwifery, has ordered some decent alterations to be made in King Henry’s figure in the Tower.  Poor Lady Susan O’Brien is in the most deplorable situation, for her Adonis is a Roman Catholic, and cannot be provided for out of his calling.  Sir Francis Delaval, being touched with her calamity, has made her a present—­of what do you think?—­of a rich gold stuff!  The delightful charity!  O’Brien comforts himself, and says it will make a shining passage in his little history.

I will tell you but one more folly, and hasten to my signature.  Lady Beaulieu was complaining of being waked by a noise in the night:  my lord(603 replied, “Oh, for my Part, there is no disturbing be; If they don’t wake me before I go to sleep, there is no waking me afterwards.”

Lady Hervey’s table is at last arrived, and the Princess’s trees, which I sent her last night; but she wants nothing, for Lady Barrymore(604) is arrived.

I smiled when I read your account of Lord Tavistock’s expedition.  Do you remember that I made seven days from Calais to Paris, by laying out my journeys at the rate of travelling in England, thirty miles a-day; and did not find but that I could have gone in a third of the time!  I shall not be such a snail the next time.  It is said that on Lord Tavistock’s return, he is to decide whom he will marry.  Is it true that the Choiseuls totter, and that the Broglios are to succeed; or is there a Charles Townshend at Versailles?  Adieu! my dear lord.