_The_ Marchioness de Merteuil _to the_ Chevalier Danceny.
At last I set out, my young friend; to-morrow evening I shall be in
Paris. The hurry always attending a removal will prevent me from seeing
any one. Yet if you should have any pressing confidential business to
impart, I shall except you from the general rule: but I except you
alone; therefore request my arrival may be a secret. I shall not even
inform Valmont of it.
Whoever would have told me, sometime ago, you would have my exclusive
confidence, I would not have believed them: but yours drew on mine.
I should be inclined to think you had made use of some address, or,
perhaps, seduction. That would be wrong, indeed! however, it would not
at present be very dangerous; you have other business in hand. When the
heroine is on the stage, we seldom take notice of the confidant.
And, indeed, you have not had time to impart your late success to me.
When your Cecilia was absent, the days were too short to listen to your
plaintive strains. You would have told them to the echo, if I had not
been ready to hear them. Since, when she was ill, you even honoured me
with a recital of your troubles; you wanted some one to tell them to:
but now your love is in Paris, that she is quite recovered, and you
sometimes see her, your friends are quite neglected.
I do not blame you in the least, it is a fault of youth; for it is a
received truth, that from Alcibiades down to you, young people are
unacquainted with friendship but in adversity. Happiness sometimes
makes them indiscreet, but never presumptuous. I will say, with
Socrates, _I like my friends to come to me when they are unhappy:_ but,
as a philosopher, he did very well without them if they did not come.
I am not quite so wise as he, for I felt your silence with all the
weakness of a woman.
However, do not think me too exacting; far from it. The same sentiment
that leads me to observe those privations, makes me bear them with
fortitude, when they are proofs, or the cause of the happiness of my
friends. I shall, therefore, not depend on you for to-morrow evening,
only as far as is consistent with love and want of occupation; and I
positively forbid you to make me the least sacrifice.
Adieu, Chevalier! it will be an absolute regale to see you again—will
you come?
_Castle of_ ——, _Nov._ 29, 17—.