'July 7. I wander about the house in a mood of unutterable sadness, for my dear sister Caroline has left home to day with my mother, and I shall not see them again for several weeks. They have accepted a long standing invitation to visit some old friends of ours, the Marlets, who live at Versailles for cheapness my mother thinking that it will be for the good of Caroline to see a little of France and Paris. But I dont quite like her going. I fear she may lose some of that childlike simplicity and gentleness which so characterize her, and have been nourished by the seclusion of our life here. Her solicitude about her pony before starting was quite touching, and she made me promise to visit it daily, and see that it came to no harm.'