EPOISSES, Wednesday morning, August 25, 1677.
I have here, my beloved child, received your letter of the 11th, which
I expected with so much impatience; I am not used to such delays; it
renders my whole journey uncomfortable to be thus disappointed. M.
Guitaut does all he can to convince me how extremely glad he is to
see me here. All our people are at Bourbilly, where the farmer treated
us yesterday with a most plentiful dinner. M. de Guitaut and M. de
Trichâteau were there; this gave an air of comfort to the frightful
Bourbilly-house. I shall continue here till Sunday, and will write to
you once more from this place. There is no sort of constraint in this
house, so that I can read, work, or walk out, when I please. My host
and I have a great deal of conversation together, and there is hardly
a country you can name where we have not been travelers. He tells me
a thousand stories of Provence, of the intendant and Vardes, which I
was ignorant of till now. He seems very devout; follows good teachers;
has a great desire to pay his old debts, and to contract no new ones.
This is the first step to be taken when we become acquainted with true
religion.