Wonderfully elastic, however, were the spirits of the Princess, and at dinner, on the day when her disappointment drew tears from her eyes, she entertained a large party with some grace and more gaiety. The question of her being present at the theatre on the following Thursday was discussed, and a baronet present, whom the authoress of the ‘Diary’ partially veils under the initials of Sir J-- B--, insisted that, unless Mr. Whitbread gave some very strong reasons to the contrary, the Princess would do right in going. ‘But I fancy,’ said Sir John, ‘he has some good reasons, and then she must yield. Gad!’ he added to a neighbour at table, ‘if I were she, and Whitbread didn’t please me, I would send for Castlereagh, and every one of them, till I found one that did. To tell you the truth, I am sorry the Princess ever threw herself into the hands of Whitbread--it is not the staff on which the royalties should lean.’--‘Ah!’ replied the baronet’s neighbour, ‘but at the moment he stepped forth her champion and deliverer, who was there that would have done as much?’ The sequel is too characteristic and singular to be passed over. The Princess was sometimes more vigorous than refined in her expressions, and this less from coarseness than ignorance of the value and sound of English terms. Thus, when a letter arrived from Mr. Whitbread, during this very dinner, intimating to her that there was a box reserved for her if she strongly desired to be present at the theatre when the foreign potentates were to appear there, but at the same time strongly urging her to refrain from being present, she exclaimed, after despatching a lady to request Mr. Whitbread to come to her immediately, ‘If he gives me good reasons I will submit; but if he does not, _d-- n me, den I go_!’ ‘Those were her words, at which I could not help smiling,’ says the authoress of the ‘Diary,’ ‘but she was in no mind to smile, so I concealed the impulse I felt to laugh.’