"_Sunday, April 5._--At eight the Princess got into the royal yacht (Augusta)--pleasant and prosperous sail to Greenwich, where we arrive at twelve o'clock. The King's coaches not yet arrived, owing, as I have since heard, to Lady ---- not being ready. She, Mrs Aston, and Lord Claremont, came to meet the Princess. We waited at least an hour for the carriages, and were very attentively, but awkwardly, received by Sir W. Pattison, governor of the hospital, and his two sisters. Lady ---- very much dissatisfied with the Princess's mode of dress, though Mrs Harcourt had taken great pains about it, and expressed herself in a way which induced me to speak rather sharply to her. She also said, _she could not sit backwards_ in a coach, and hoped she might be allowed to sit _forwards_. This, (though Mrs Harcourt was servile enough to admit as a reason,) as it was strictly forbidden by the King,"--[it _does_ seem, therefore, that some such difficulty had been apprehended, and the probable conduct of Lady ---- discussed!]--"I most decidedly opposed, and told Lady ----, that, as she must have known that riding backward in a coach disagreed with her, she ought never to have accepted the situation of a lady of the bedchamber, who never ought to sit forward, and that, if she really was likely to be sick, I would put Mrs Aston into the coach with the Princess, and have, by that means, the pleasure of Lady ----'s company in the carriage allotted to me and Lord Claremont. _This of course settled the business_; she and Mrs Harcourt sat backward, and the Princess sat by herself forward. There was very little crowd, and still less applause, on the road to London, where we arrived, and were set down at St James's (the Duke of Cumberland's apartments, Cleveland Row) about half-past two."
The long-expected, and probably dreaded interview was now to take place. We may search the whole annals of marriage in vain for such another.
"Immediately notified the arrival to the King and Prince of Wales; the last came immediately. I, according to the established etiquette, introduced (no one else being in the room) the Princess Caroline to him. She very properly, in consequence of my saying to her that it was the right mode of proceeding, attempted to kneel to him. He raised her, (gracefully enough,) and embraced her, said barely one word, turned round, retired to a distant part of the apartment, and, calling me to him, said--'Harris, I am not well; _pray, get me a glass of brandy_!'