'No, for I hate everything that Old England brings forth, except it be the temper of an English Husband, and the liberty of an English wife; I love the French Bread, French Wines, French Sauces, and a French Cook; in short, I have all about me French or Foreign, from my Waiting Woman to my Parrot.' And Addison tells much the same story when he gives a portion of the diary of a lady of quality.[126] [Footnote 126: _Spectator_, No. 323.] 'Wednesday _From Eight 'till Ten_. Drank two Dishes of Chocolate in Bed, and fell asleep after 'em. '_From Ten to Eleven._ Eat a Slice of Bread and Butter, drank a Dish of Bohea, read the _Spectator_. '_From Eleven to One._ At my Toilet, try'd a new Head. Gave orders for _Veney_ to be combed and washed. _Mem._ I look best in Blue. '_From One till Half an Hour after Two._ Drove to the Change. Cheapned a couple of Fans. '_Till Four._ At Dinner. _Mem._ Mr. _Froth_ passed by in his new Liveries. '_From Four to Six._ Dressed, paid a Visit to old lady Blithe and her Sister, having heard they were gone out of Town that Day. '_From Six to Eleven._ At Basset. _Mem._ Never set again upon the Ace of Diamonds. 'Thursday. _From Eleven at Night to Eight in the Morning._ Dream'd that I punted to Mr. _Froth_. '_From Eight to Ten._ Chocolate. Read two Acts in _Aurenzebe_[127] abed. [Footnote 127: By Dryden.] '_From Ten to Eleven._ Tea Table. Sent to borrow Lady _Faddle's Cupid_ for _Veney_. Read the Play-Bills. Received a letter from Mr. _Froth_. _Mem._ Locked it up in my strong box. '_Rest of the Morning._ _Fontange_ the Tire woman, her Account of my Lady _Blithe's_ Wash. Broke a Tooth in my little Tortoise-shell Comb. Sent _Frank_ to know how my Lady _Hectick_ rested after her Monky's leaping out at Window. Looked pale. _Fontange_ tells me my Glass is not true. Dressed by Three. '_From Three to Four._ Dinner cold before I sat down. '_From Four to Eleven._ Saw Company. Mr. _Froth's_ opinion of _Milton_. His Account of the _Mohocks_. His Fancy for a Pincushion. Picture in the Lid of his Snuff-box. Old Lady _Faddle_ promises me her Woman to cut my Hair. Lost five Guineas at Crimp. '_Twelve a Clock at Night._ Went to Bed. 'Friday. _Eight in the Morning._ Abed. Read over all Mr. _Froth's_ Letters. _Cupid_ and _Veney_. '_Ten a Clock._ Stay'd within all day--not at home. '_From Ten to Twelve._ In Conference with my Mantua Maker. Sorted a Suit of Ribbands. Broke my Blue China Cup. '_From Twelve to One._ Shut myself up in my Chamber, practised Lady _Betty Modely's_ Skuttle. '_One in the Afternoon._ Called for my flowered Handkerchief. Worked half a Violet Leaf in it. Eyes aked and Head out of Order. Threw by my Work, and read over the remaining Part of _Aurenzebe_. '_From Three to Four._ Dined.