Sunday… — This Morning write. (…) At three go to Mad: de Flahaut’s to Dinner. We have an excellent Dinner and as usual a Conversation extremely gay. After Dinner the Company go to Cards & I, who have imposed upon myself the Law not to play, read a Motion of the Count de Mirabeau in which he shews very truly the dreadful Situation of Credit in this Country, but he is not so successful in applying a Remedy as in disclosing the Disease. This Man will always be powerful in Opposition but never great in Administration. His Understanding is I believe impaired by the Perversion of his Heart. There is a Fact which very few seem to be well apprized of, viz that a sound Mind cannot exist where the Morals are unsound. Sinister Designs render the View of Things oblique. From the Louvre go to Mad[am]e de Chastellux’s. The Marechal de Ségur and his aimiable Daughter in Law are there. Make a Declaration of Love to her in Jest which I might have done in earnest had I not been detached by another Affair. As she expects every Hour a Husband whom she loves, neither the Jest nor the earnest would be of Consequence. Return to the Louvre and stay a few Minutes meerly to comply with my Promise, but as there is a Company and a Supper which I do not chuse to partake of, I return Home. This has been a cold disagreable Day. In the Evening it rains. My friend told me that the Bishop [d’Autun] was so urgent last Evening that she was obliged to get angry before she could send him away. Mad[am]e de La Borde asked me to sup toMorrow, & Mad[am]e de F[lahaut] had already agreed, which does not well consist with an Agreement we had previously made. Nous verrons.