Cecilia Volanges _to the_ Chevalier Danceny.
(_Dictated by Valmont._)
Do you think my dear friend there is any necessity to be angry with me
to make me melancholy, when I know you to be in affliction; and do you
think I have not my share of sufferings as well as you? I even partake
of those I am obliged to give you; and still you are unjust. I see
plainly what puts you out of temper; it is because I was silent to the
two requisitions you made to me here; do you think an answer to it is
so easy to give? Do you think I do not know what you want is not right?
And if I am so distressed to refuse you at such a distance, how would
it be if you was here? Then again I must be afflicted all my life for
giving you a moments consolation.
I hide nothing from you, I give you my reasons, you may judge for
yourself; I should perhaps have done what you wish, had it not been
for what I wrote you, that M. de Gercourt, who is the cause of all our
trouble, will not come so soon; and as mama is greatly pleased with
me now, I caress her as much as possible; who knows what I may bring
her to: if we could be happy without having any thing to reproach
myself with, surely it would be much better. If I am to believe what
I have often heard, that men, when they have loved their wives before
marriage, do not love them so much after; the dread of that restrains
me more than any thing:—Are you not sure of my heart, and will there
not be always time enough.
I promise you, if I cannot avoid marrying M. de Gercourt, who I already
hate without knowing him, nothing shall prevent me from being yours as
much as I can, even before any thing, as I do not mind being loved by
any but you:—you will see if I act wrong it shall not be my fault; the
rest is indifferent to me, provided you promise to love me always as
much as you do now:—but until then let me be as I am; and do not ask a
thing I have good reasons not to do, and am vexed to refuse you.
I would likewise be very glad M. de Valmont would not be so pressing on
your account, which only makes me more unhappy: he is your very good
friend I assure you; he does every thing as you would do yourself; but
adieu, my dear friend! it was late when I began to write, and spent a
good part of the night at it. I am going to bed to retrieve the time I
lost. I embrace you; but do not scold me any more.
_Castle of ——, Oct._ 18, 17—.