_The_ Viscount de Valmont _to the_ Marchioness de Merteuil.
Surely, Marchioness, you do not take me to be such a novice, to
imagine I could be duped in the tête-à-tête which I found you in this
afternoon; or by the _astonishing chance_ that led Danceny to your
house! Not but your well-practised countenance wonderfully assumed a
calm serenity of expression; or that you, by the most trifling word,
betrayed, which sometimes happens, the least disorder or uneasiness. I
will even allow your submissive looks served you eminently; and could
they have made themselves as well credited as readily understood, far
from having or harbouring the least suspicion, I should not at all
have doubted the great vexation this _troublesome trio_ gave you.
But to display to greater advantage those extraordinary talents, to
ensure the success you promised yourself, to carry on the deception you
intended, you should have formed your inexperienced lover with more
care.
Since you have begun to educate youth, you should teach your pupils not
to blush or be disconcerted at a little raillery; not to deny so warmly
for one woman, the same charge which they so faintly excuse themselves
in for all others; teach them also to learn to hear encomiums on their
mistress, without enhancing them.
And if you permit them to fix their looks on you in the circle,
let them be taught to disguise that glance of enjoyment which is
so easy to discover, and which they so unskilfully blend with the
glance of love—Then you will be able to exhibit them in your public
exercises, and their behaviour will not do any prejudice to their
sage institutrix. Even myself, happy to be able to contribute to your
celebrity, will compose and publish the exercises to be performed in
this new college.
But I am astonished, I must own, that you should have undertaken to
treat me as a school-boy. O! with any other woman, what pleasure I
should have in being revenged! How transcendent it would be to that she
should think to deprive me of! Yes, it is for you alone I condescend to
give preference to satisfaction rather than revenge: and do not think I
am restrained by the least doubt or uncertainty—I know all.
You have been in Paris now four days, and each day Danceny has been
with you, and you have not admitted any one but him—even this day
your door was still close; and had your porter’s assurance been
equal to his mistress’s, I should not have seen you: yet you wrote me
I might depend on being the first informed of your arrival. Of that
same arrival, the particular day of which could not be ascertained,
although you was writing to me the eve of your departure—Can you deny
those facts, or will you attempt to excuse them? They are both equally
impossible; and still I keep my temper! Acknowledge here your power; be
satisfied to have experienced it, but do not any longer abuse it. We
know each other, Marchioness; that should be sufficient.
To-morrow you are to be out for the day you told me; be it so, if you
really go out, and you think I shall know it: but you will be home in
the evening; we shall not have too much time until the next day to
settle our difficult reconciliation. Let me know, then, if it will be
at your house, _or yonder_, we shall make our numerous reciprocal
expiations. But no more of Danceny; your wrong head had filled itself
with his idea, and I am willing to overlook this delirium of your
fancy; but remember, from this moment, that what was only a whim, would
become a decided preference. I am not tempered for such an humiliation,
neither do I expect to receive it from you.
I even expect this sacrifice will be but trifling to you—If it should
be a little troublesome, I think, however, I have set you a tolerable
example! A sensible and lovely woman, who existed for me only, who,
perhaps, at this instant, is expiring with love and grief, may well
be worth a young scholar, who, if you will, wants neither wit or
accomplishments, but is deficient in consistency.
Adieu, Marchioness! I say nothing of my sentiments for you; all I can
do at present is not to scrutinize my heart. I wait your answer.
Remember, the easier it is for you to make me forget the injury you
have done me, the more a denial, even the least delay, would engrave it
in indelible characters on my heart.
_Paris, Dec._ 3, 17—.