I walked as far as the
village cemetery, which is large and judiciously
placed. I must tell you, that one of my footmen has
gone to that last journey from which none return:
he was a tall, presuming sort of fellow, remarkable
for nothing but his impertinence, and the continual
scrapes he was forever getting into amongst the
soubrettes. However, he met with his death in some
sudden brawl. My people sought to conceal this
piece of intelligence from me; but having once heard
of it, I despatched Flamarens to ascertain in what
corner of the cemetery he has been interred.
"The duc de Tresmes talks much of you, and boasts
greatly to the honor of your friendship; he has dubbed
himself your '
'; this is not amiss for a peer
of France, and what is still more gratifying, he has
assumed a title which, I believe, no one in the kingdom
will attempt to dispute his incontestable claim to call
his own. Villeroi is all impatience to return to
Versailles. The dukes of Richelieu and d'Aiguillon,
both uncle and nephew, recommend themselves to your
kind recollection. Thus you see you may reckon upon
a few devoted and attached friends, even without
him, whose hand is busily tracing these lines, and he,
I can promise you, is inferior to none in the truest
love and affection for you.
"The ladies of whom I would have you be most on your
guard are mesdames de C., de B., de P., de G.
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