Viscount de Valmont _to the_ Marchioness de Merteuil.
Pray inform me, if you can, what is all this nonsense of Danceny.
What has happened, and what has he lost? His fair one, perhaps, is
angry at his constant respect; and really one would be vexed at a
smaller matter. What shall I say to him to-night at the rendezvous
he requested, and which I have given him at all events. I shall most
certainly lose my time to attend his doleful ditty, if it does not
lead us to something. Passionate complaints are supportable only in a
recitative obligato, or in grand airs. Give me your directions then
about this business, and what I am to do; otherwise I shall desert, to
avoid the dulness I foresee. Could I have a little chat with you this
morning? If you are _busy_, at least give me a line, and the catchword
for the part I am to act.
Where was you yesterday? I can never now have the pleasure of seeing
you. At this rate, it was not worth while to keep me in Paris in the
month of September. Take some resolution, however; for I have just
received a most pressing invitation from the Countess de B——, to
go see her in the country; and she writes very humorously, “that her
husband has the finest wood in the world, which he preserves carefully
for the amusement of his friends;” and you know I have some kind of
right to that wood. I will go see it again, if you have no employment
for me. Adieu! Remember Danceny is to be with me at four o’clock.
_Sept._ 8, 17—.