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The Creevey Papers
Henry Brougham to Thomas Creevey, [May?] 1813

Vol. I. Contents
Ch. I: 1793-1804
Ch. II: 1805
Ch. III: 1805
Ch. IV: 1806-08
Ch. V: 1809
Ch. VI: 1810
Ch. VII: 1811
Ch. VIII: 1812
Ch. IX: 1813-14
Ch X: 1814-15
Ch XI: 1815-16
Ch XII: 1817-18
Ch XIII: 1819-20
Vol. II. Contents
Ch I: 1821
Ch. II: 1822
Ch. III: 1823-24
Ch. IV: 1825-26
Ch. V: 1827
Ch. VI: 1827-28
Ch. VII: 1828
Ch. VIII: 1829
Ch. IX: 1830-31
Ch. X: 1832-33
Ch. XI: 1833
Ch. XII: 1834
Ch XIII: 1835-36
Ch XIV: 1837-38
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“Temple, Monday, 1813.

“. . . I have nothing to tell you, except that Mother P. certainly goes to the Tea Garden to-morrow night, to meet her husband. It was her own idea, but I highly approve of it on his account; and as the Dss. of York goes, it is fit Mrs. P. should go too, if it were only for 5 minutes. The consternation of Prinnie is wonderful. I’ll bet a little money he don’t go himself, so that the whole thing will have gone off as well as possible. Young P. and her father have had frequent rows of late, but one pretty serious one. He was angry at her for flirting with the D. of Devonshire, and suspected she was talking politics. This began it. It signifies nothing how they go on this day or that—in the long run, quarrel they must. He has not equality of temper, or any other kind of sense, to keep well with her, and she has a spice of her mother’s spirit: so interfere they must at every turn. . . . I suspect they will befool the above duke. He is giving in to it, I hear, and P. will turn short-about, in all likelihood, after making him dance and dangle about, and perhaps break with his friends, and
put on his dignified air on which he piques himself, and then say—‘Your Grace will be pleased to recollect the difference between you and my daughter.’

“I may be wronging the young man after all, for I am out of the way of hearing anything. Since the last time I saw you, I have only been twice to the westward of Charing Cross. Once was to see Lord Thanet. He is quite well again, and in high force—particularly abusive of Prinney, whom he objects to on account of his vulgarity, and compares to the Bourgeois Gentilhomme in Moliere—a name which has got about, and must inevitably annoy P. more than even ‘our fat friend.’ . . .”