I went to St. Germains, to kiss his Majesty's hand; in the coach, which was my Lord Wilmot's, went Mrs. Barlow, the King's mistress39 and mother to the Duke of Monmouth, a brown, beautiful, bold, but insipid creature.
I went to St. Germains, to kiss his Majesty's hand; in the coach, which was my Lord Wilmot's, went Mrs. Barlow, the King's mistress39 and mother to the Duke of Monmouth, a brown, beautiful, bold, but insipid creature.