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twinkle in her dark eyes, that she was gratified 
at the Duke of Wellington’s speech about her, 
as the true helpmate of her honoured husband, 
and also at his drinking to her in a glass of wine. 
After the whole room had risen to salute her, and 
when the cheering and waving of handkerchiefs 
had subsided, I told her she ought to acknow- 
ledge the attention in some way, and she did it 
at once with a calm curtsey. Miss Burdett- 
Coutts has been a good friend to her. 
‘ After the speeches were over and we had gone 
to the tea-room, I had to introduce many people to 
her, and was glad to shake hands for the last time 
with her husband before his renewed labours and 
dangers. Sir R. Murchison’s speech was good ; 
the Bishop of St. David’s was tremendously heavy 
and long. R.’s speech came first after. Mrs. 
Livingstone seemed pleased at having the differ- 
ent people pointed out to her, and also at my ex- 
plaining the names of the Scotch airs the band 
was playing in honour of their Scotch birth. She 
did not recognise any of them, for I suppose 
that music was never heard in her father’s house. 
She, however, expressed her liking to me much 
as she might speak of some new and rather extra- 
ordinary thing. After the band had ceased play- 
ing she whispered, “ I think I like music.” ’ 
Owen still used to seek his favourite relaxation 
at the theatre. On February 24 he went to the 
Princess’s to see Charles Kean as Louis XL, and 
