Madame de Rosemonde _to the_ Presidente de Tourvel.
(_Dictated only._)
This instant, my lovely dear, I received your letter of the 11th,[1]
and the mild reproaches it contains. You must confess you intended to
make many more; if you had not recollected my title of mother, you
would have given me a scolding. That would have been very unjust. It
was my hope and wish, to have been able to answer you myself, which
made me defer it daily; yet, after all, you see I am obliged to
employ my waiting woman’s hand, to do me that office. The abominable
rheumatism has again seized me; it has this time taken its residence
in my right arm, so I am absolutely deprived of its use. This is the
consequence of such a young blooming creature’s having old friends;
they suffer from our disorders.
As soon as my pains will give me any relief, assure yourself I will
have a long chat with you. In the mean time I must acquaint you,
I received both your letters. If it was possible, they would have
redoubled my friendship for you; and that I shall never cease taking a
lively share in every thing that concerns you.
My nephew is also a little indisposed; but it is not of any
consequence, and need not give any uneasiness. It is a slight
indisposition, which seems to affect his temper more than his health.
We scarcely ever see him now.
His retreat, and your departure, will not much enliven our little
circle. The little Volanges has an immense deal of chat, and yawns all
day, as if she would swallow you; for these few days especially, she
does us the honour to fall into a profound sleep every evening.
Adieu, my lovely dear! I am ever your sincere friend, your mama, your
sister even, if my great age would allow me the title. I am, in few
words, most tenderly attached to you.
Signed, Adelaide, _for Madame de_ Rosemonde.
_ From the castle of ——, Oct._ 14, 17—.
[1] This letter was never found.