Fanny and the two little girls are gone to take places for to-night at Covent Garden; _Clandestine Marriage_ and _Midas_. The latter will be a fine show for L. and M.[259] They revelled last night in _Don Juan_, whom we left in hell at half-past eleven. We had scaramouch and a ghost, and were delighted. I speak of _them_; _my_ delight was very tranquil, and the rest of us were sober-minded. _Don Juan_ was the last of three musical things. _Five Hours at Brighton_, in three acts--of which one was over before we arrived, none the worse--and the _Beehive_, rather less flat and trumpery. * * * * * Miss Hare had some pretty caps, and is to make me one like one of them, only _white_ satin instead of blue. It will be white satin and lace, and a little white flower perking out of the left ear, like Harriot Byron's feather. I have allowed her to go as far as L1 16_s._ My gown is to be trimmed everywhere with white ribbon plaited on somehow or other. She says it will look well. I am not sanguine. They trim with white very much. * * * * * Mr. Hall was very punctual yesterday, and curled me out at a great rate. I thought it looked hideous, and longed for a snug cap instead, but my companions silenced me by their admiration. We had very good places in the box next the stage-box, front and second row; the three old ones behind of course. I was particularly disappointed at seeing nothing of Mr. Crabbe. I felt sure of him when I saw that the boxes were fitted up with crimson velvet. * * * * * It was not possible for me to get the worsteds yesterday. I heard Edward last night pressing Henry to come to [? Godmersham], and I think Henry engaged to go there after his November collection.[260] Nothing has been done as to _S. and S._ The books came to hand too late for him to have time for it before he went. * * * * * I long to have you hear Mr. H.'s opinion of _P. and P._ His admiring my Elizabeth so much is particularly welcome to me. Miss Austen, Chawton. Her delight at the appreciation of her book by Warren Hastings may be compared with a passage from Madame d'Arblay's diary, which forms a curious link between the two writers.