PARIS, Friday, July 5, 1675.
I sit down, my dear, to talk to you a little of our good cardinal. I
send you a letter he has written to you. Pray advise him to write his
history, it is what all his friends press him much to do. He tells
me he is very well pleased with his desert, that he can look upon it
without the least horror, and humbly hopes that God will support him in
his weakness. He expresses the most sincere regard for you, and desires
me not to think of leaving Paris till I have finished all your affairs.
He remembers the time when you had the ague, and that he desired me,
for his sake, to be careful of your health. I answer him in the same
tone. He assures me that the most frightful solitude would not make him
forget the friendship he owes us. He was received at St. Michael’s[114]
with transports of joy; the people were all on their knees, and
received him as a protector sent by God. The troops, who were quartered
there, are taken off, the officers having waited on him for his orders
to send away or to leave as many as pleased. Cardinal Bonzi has assured
me that the pope, without staying to receive our cardinal’s letter, had
sent him a brief, to tell him that he supposes, and even desires, he
will keep his hat; that the preserving his rank and dignity will in no
wise impede the work of his salvation; and it is moreover added, that
his holiness expressly commanded him not to make choice of any other
place of retirement than St. Denis; but I much doubt this latter part
of the report, so I only tell you my author for the former part.
[114] The place of the cardinal’s retreat, a remote village in
the province of Brittany.
I am convinced he thinks no more about the cassolette. If I had desired
him not to send it, it would only have served to put him in mind of it,
so I thought it was best to take no notice of it. There is no news of
importance stirring. Every thing goes on with spirit on M. de Turenne’s
side.
The other day there was a Madame Noblet, of the Vitri family, playing
at basset with monsieur. Mention was made of M. de Vitri, who is very
ill, upon which she said to monsieur, “Ah! sir, I saw him this morning,
poor man! his face looked just like a _stratagem_.” What could she
mean? Madame de Richelieu has received such kind and affectionate
letters from the king, that she is more than repaid for what she has
done.[115] Adieu, my dearest and best-beloved.
[115] The singular attachment of the queen and Madame de
Montespan.