PARIS, December 4, 1668.
Have you not received the letter, sir, in which I gave you life,
disdaining to kill you at my feet? I expected an answer to this
noble action; but you have thought it unworthy your notice: you have
contented yourself with rising from the ground, and taking your sword
as I commanded you. I hope you will never again employ it against me.
I must tell you a piece of news that will, I am sure, give you
pleasure. It is, that the prettiest girl in France is going to be
married, not to the handsomest youth, but to one of the worthiest men
in the kingdom--to M. de Grignan, whom you have long known. All his
wives died to give place to your cousin; and, through extraordinary
kindness, even his father and mother died too; so that knowing him to
be richer than ever, and finding him besides, by birth, situation,
and good qualities, every thing we could wish, we have not trafficked
with him, as is customary, on the occasion, but confided in the two
families that have gone before us. He seems very well pleased with the
alliance, and, as soon as we have heard from his uncle, the Archbishop
of Arles, his other uncle, the Archbishop of Uzès, being on the spot,
the business will be finished--probably before the end of the year.
As I am a lover of decorum, I could not fail asking your advice and
approbation. The public seem pleased. This is a great deal, for we are
such fools as to be almost always governed by its opinion.