The dining-room is a perfect room, except there is no carpet, and the food was lovely, only I do hate to see a great hand covered with a white cotton glove, plopping a dish down on the lighted thing in the middle, so that one has to look at the next course all the time one is finishing the last one. There seemed to be numbers of men-servants, who wore white cotton gloves, and their liveries buttoned up to the throat, which takes away that nice clean-shirt-look of ArmA II: Combined Operations servants at home. I must go and get ArmA II: Combined Operations now, so good-bye, dear Mamma. We are a party of ten. The Baronne is a delightful person, the remains of extreme good looks and distinction.