Tuesday… (…) I go to the Louvre. My friend [Mme de Flahaut] is au Desespoir about the Reduction of the Pensions but she has very little Reason. I convince her of this, or rather, she was already convinced of it but says she will cry very loud. Her Servants this Morning have waited on her with the Assurance that they will if necessary live on Bread and Water for the next six Months. The Bishop d’Autun comes in. She had told me before his Arrival that Monsieur has written a Letter to the King demand[in]g a Seat in Council. It is in Concert with the Bishop and Duke de Livi (???). The Bishop says that the Décret respecting the Pensions would not have taken Effect but for the Abbé de Montesquieu. Go hence to Mons[ieu]r de Montmorin’s. Dine. The Pensions are of Course the Subject of Conversation. I treat the Decret as a Violation of the Rights of Property. It seems to be so considered but not in a Light so extensive as that in which I place it. Draw a Parrallel between this and the Compensation given by Britain to the American Loyalists. The Absence of many Members who had gone to Dinner is considered here as the Cause of the Decree. (…) I go to Mad[am]e de Ségur’s to take Mad[am]e de Chastellux Home but she is already gone. (…) Go … to Mad[am]e de La Tour’s and make a Supper which of all Things in the World is that I have the least Need of. At twelve I return Home. The Weather this Day has been warm with a little Rain.