Chevalier Danceny _to the_ Viscount de Valmont.
(_Enclosed in the preceding._)
Ah, Sir! I am in a state of desperation; all is lost. I dare not
confide to paper the cause of my troubles; but want to pour them forth
in the bosom of some faithful friend. At what hour can I see you, to
seek consolation and advice from you? I was so happy the day I opened
my mind to you; now, what an alteration! every thing is adverse to me.
What I suffer upon my own account is the least part of my torments; my
uneasiness for a much dearer object is what I cannot support. You, who
are happier than me, can see her; and I expect from your friendship
that you will not refuse me: but I must speak to you, and give you your
instructions. I know you will pity and assist me. In you my hopes are
centered. You are sensible; you know what love is, and you are the only
one in whom I can confide: do not refuse me your assistance.
Adieu, Sir! the only relief I experience in my sorrow, is to think I
have still such a friend as you left. Pray inform me, at what hour I
can find you at home; if it is not this morning, I beg it may be early
in the afternoon.
_Sept._ 8, 17—.