PARIS, Wednesday, Aug. 6, 1670.
Is it not true that I have given you the prettiest wife in the world?
and can any one be more prudent, more regular in her conduct? Can any
one love you more, have more Christian sentiments, long more ardently
to be with you, or attend more strictly to the duties of her station?
It is ridiculous enough to say all this of my own daughter; but I
admire her as other people do, and perhaps more, as I am more an
eyewitness of her behavior; and to own the truth to you, whatever good
opinion I had of her as to the principal points, I never thought she
would have been so exact as she is in all the minuter ones. I assure
you, every body does her justice, and she loses none of the praises
which are so much her due.