PARIS, Monday, April 29, 1687.
So you like my letters, sir. I am delighted that you do; this is one
which will be worth a hundred. My robust health was slightly attacked,
about a month ago, by a little colic, a little rheumatism, a little
vexation; consequently, all this might excuse me from writing to you;
but I had rather die than another should tell you that the Prince de
Conti is at length returned to court. He is this night at Versailles,
and the king, like a kind father, has restored him to favor, after
having exiled him for a while, to leave him at leisure to make his own
reflections. No doubt he has done so, and the court will be very gay
and splendid on the occasion. His majesty will make several chevaliers
at Whitsuntide, but it will be only a family promotion: M. de Chartres,
the Duke de Bourbon, the Prince de Conti, and M. du Maine, but no one
else: all the other candidates must be pleased to have patience; but
they will not see without mortification the adjournment of their hopes.
The Duke de Vieuville is governor to the Duke de Chartres. Madame de
Polignac, who is not Mademoiselle d’Alerac, paid a visit yesterday to
Madame de Grignan. She was brilliant, lively, elated with the grandeur
of the house of Polignac, fond of talking of the name, and all the
personages belonging to it. She has taken upon herself the fortune
of the two brothers, and has supported, generously and courageously,
the frown and disapprobation of the king. She has employed skillful
artificers; and instead of deserting the deserted, like women in
general, she has made it a point of honor to reinstate them at court. I
could answer for it that she will revive and re-establish this family.
This is what Providence had in store for them, and which prevented us
from being able to read distinctly what it had written for Mademoiselle
d’Alerac. Adieu, sir; love me, for indeed you ought. I love your mind,
your worth, your wisdom, your folly, your virtue, your humor, your
goodness: in short, all that belongs to you, and wish you, and the
pretty covey under your wing, which must afford you so much pleasure
and comfort, every possible happiness. All here salute you, except our
_friend_, who knows nothing of this hasty letter. I shall talk of you a
great deal with Bourdaloüe. Madame Dangeau, formerly _Bavaria_, is very
prudent, very amiable, and makes her husband very happy; she might have
made him very ridiculous.