You desired to know, Madam, what effect an evening ball would have upon Adelaide, and I can now satisfy your curiosity. I carried her and her brother to a ball last night, for the first time. You know they have had a dancing-master for these six months past; and that they are as able to acquit themselves properly as any other young persons of their own age, and the more easily, as they have been accustomed early to run and jump with the greatest dexterity: Adelaide, prepossessed by the little Comedy of the Dove, had no great desire to go to a ball; and her cap, and high dressed head, and gown ornamented with flowers, &c. &c. appeared to her as an attire ill calculated for dancing. When she was dressed, I led her into the Saloon, where we found Madame d’ Ostalis, and some other friends, who had dined with us. Every body praised her dress, but did not say a word of her person; and Madame d’ Ostalis said, Adelaide is very well dressed; but do you not think she looks a thousand times better in the white frock she wears every day, than in this fine coat? Every one was of her opinion, and agreed that an elegant neatness was always the most pleasing! This conversation made Adelaide still more displeased with her dress. She complained that the wires, which fastened on the festoons of flowers, scratched her arms; and that the weight of her head-dress gave her an intolerable pain in her head. In the midst of these complaints, the clock struck five, and we set out: as we were crossing the anti-chamber, Brunel stopped us a moment, because he wanted to see Adelaide in her new dress; but he had scarcely cast his eyes on her, than he burst into a loud laugh. Adelaide, a little disconcerted, asked him the reason of this incivility?