All this sounds well and looks well, too, yet we shall leave the Rue de Bourbon with regret, and Lord B---- now laments that we did not secure it for a long term.
Drove in the Bois de Boulogne.

A lovely day, which produced a very exhilarating effect on my spirits.

I know not whether others experience the same pleasurable sensations that I do on a fine day in spring, when all nature is bursting into life, and the air and earth look joyous.

My feelings become more buoyant, my step more elastic, and all that I love seem dearer than before.

I remember that even in childhood I was peculiarly sensible to atmospheric influence, and I find that as I grow old this susceptibility does not diminish.
We dined at the Rocher de Cancale yesterday; and Counts Septeuil and Valeski composed our party.