PARIS, Wednesday, 23d June, 1670.
You have written me the most charming letter in the world. I should
have answered it much sooner, had I not known that you were traversing
your province. I should likewise have sent you the music you desired,
but have not yet been able to procure it: in the mean time let me
tell you that I love you most affectionately, and if that is capable
of giving you the satisfaction you assure me it does, you ought to be
the most contented man in the world. You must certainly be so in the
correspondence you carry on with my daughter; it appears to me very
animated on her part, and I do not think any one can love another more
than she does you. I hope to return her to you safe and sound, with a
little one the same, or I will burn my books. I am not very skillful
indeed my self; but I can ask advice, and follow it, and my daughter on
her side takes all possible care of herself.