My duties for Mme the Princess Elisabeth keep me busy, but in the evenings Thierry and I join any of the myriad card parties, suppers, or gatherings which we must soon reciprocate I think. Until the apartments are ready for us there is always the excuse of not being settled. I spend much time, when I have it, choosing furnishings, and have written to my steward for many things from Saint-Saturnin and Portaberaud. Thierry is in desperate need of new clothes, but is hesitant to allow me to purchase them for him. He still is unused to spending money freely, and at times I feel much the same way.
Count Axel von Fersen is expected to return to Versailles tomorrow and, having been a particular favorite of the Queen's, will likely return to her inner circle. Ever since her miscarriage last year the Queen has occupied herself with her petite hameau, which is said to be a charming and rustic idyll, though I have not received an invitation to see it.
The Dauphin's health sadly continues to decline, though his sister, Madame Royale, has all of the robustness that the other lacks. The worry that this brings does show itself in the Queen, and indeed in my mistress as well who cares greatly for her niece and nephew. It is to be wondered whether Mme Elisabeth herself will ever marry, but seems likely that she will not and shows no inclination towards that calling, but rather would prefer to devote herself to God and to easing the suffering of others. She is an easy lady to love and I find myself becoming very devoted to her.
Olympe
