July 7.—I wander about the house in a mood of unutterable sadness, for my dear sister Caroline has left home to-day with my mother, and I shall not see them again for several weeks.  They have accepted a long-standing invitation to visit some old friends of ours, the Marlets, who live at Versailles for cheapness—my mother thinking that it will be for the good of Caroline to see a little of France and Paris.  But I don’t quite like her going.  I fear she may lose some of that childlike and gentleness which so characterize her, and have been nourished by the of our life here.  Her about her before starting was quite , and she made me promise to visit it daily, and see that it came to no harm.  
Caroline gone abroad, and I left here!  It is the reverse of an ordinary situation, for good or ill-luck has mostly 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 of history’s devotees; to palaces and prisons; to kings’ tombs and queens’ tombs; to 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.
 
July 18.—Another letter from Caroline.  I have learnt from this epistle, that M. Charles de la Feste is ‘only one of the many friends of the Marlets’; that though a Frenchman by birth, and now again temporarily at Versailles, he has lived in England many many years; that he is a talented landscape and painter, and has exhibited at the , and I think in London.  His style and subjects are considered som............