Cecilia Volanges _to the_ Chevalier Danceny.
At last, Sir, I consent to write to you, to assure you of my
friendship, of my _love_ even, since without that you must be unhappy.
You say I have not a tender heart: I assure you you are much mistaken;
and I hope you now doubt it no longer. If you were uneasy because I
did not write to you, do you think it did not give me a great deal of
concern too? The reason was, I would not, for all the world, do any
thing that was wrong; and I should not even have owned my affection
for you, if I could have helped it; but your grief gave me too much
uneasiness. I hope now you will be so no longer, and that we shall be
very happy.
I expect to have the pleasure of seeing you this evening, and that you
will come early; it will not be as much so as I wish. Mamma sups at
home, and I believe she will ask you to stay. I hope you will not be
engaged, as you was the day before yesterday. Surely the company you
went to sup with must have been very pleasing, for you went very soon;
but let us talk no more of that. Now that you know I love you, I hope
you will be with me as often as you can; for I am never pleased but
when with you; and I wish, with all my heart, you were the same.
I am very sorry you should still be melancholy; but it is not my fault.
I shall desire to play on the harpsichord as soon as you come, that you
may have my letter immediately. I think that is the best thing I can
do.
Farewell, Sir; I love you with all my heart; the oftener I tell you so,
the more happy I feel. I hope you will be so too.
_Aug._ 24, 17—.