A fine day— I devoted much of my morning to finishing the arrears of such letters as have been upon my table for days past. I had a number of visits of civility. Almost all the Americans ask to see me, and I receive them briefly. I went out with Mrs Adams in the carriage and we paid visits. Saw Lord Lyndhurst, who was suffering under an attack of gout. He was however quite bright and seemed much stirred by his letters from America remonstrating against the course of Great Britain. The strong concurrence of the sentiment there has its effect here. We went to look at the house in Mansfield Street. It is spacious and very convenient on the two lower floors, but the upper portion show rather hard wear. Yet I think it is the cheapest house I have thus far seen. We dined today with the Duchess of Argyll at Argyll Lodge. Only Mr Charles Howard, the Duchess of Sutherland, Mrs and Miss Motley and a Hungarian Turk whose name I could not catch. It was informal and pleasant. The Duke and Duchess have the simplest and most engaging manners of any of the nobility I have yet seen. We returned at eleven.