You will now be satisfied, my dear Baron: I have at last for ever broke with Madame de Gerville. She had deceived me in an affair in which she appeared desirous of serving me, and she sacrificed me in the most shameful and ridiculous manner. I confess I find myself at a loss, as, for at least seven years I have had, in fact, no other society than her's. I know what you will say, return to your family again, and reconcile yourself with your wife. I know the amiable qualities of Madame de Limours; but I am deterred from doing this by the trouble of getting acquainted with her; for we are become absolute strangers to each other. However, I promise you to try what can be done.

All the world are returning from Spa. It is said Mons. d’ Ostalis has shewn a great affection for the young Countess Anatolle; but they do not think she returns it; she is very young to determine so quickly; she is only seventeen; but they say that part of her acquaintance very much approve this arrangement, and employ themselves in trying to dispose her to a choice which appeared to be the best she could make of this kind. She loves her husband; but she is treated in such a manner by him that she cannot long preserve those sentiments she has for him. The Count Anatolle disdains the French; he only loves Foreigners, and they to please him must be Russians, English, or Polanders. My charming little Theodore will not have, thank Heaven, any of these sentiments. How impatient I am to see him again! he approaches his fifteenth year; at that age I was already in love; my head was turned by one of my mother's women, Mademoiselle Adrieni, whom I have since raised to the degree of Chorus-singer at the Opera.