"Be easy about me, dear Camille, it is some time since I ceased to watch
the invalid, for the invalid has never before been so well; but I have
always kept up the practice of rising at day-break in the summer season,
and every morning I have several hours I can devote to the work he is
kindly permitting me to share with him. Just now he is himself sleeping
a good sound sleep, for he retires at ten o'clock, and I am allowed here
to do the same, and I often have precious intervals of freedom even in
the daytime. Our proximity to the baths of Évaux and the road to Vichy
brings us visitors at the very hours when in Paris the Marchioness used
to shut herself up; she says this disturbs and wearies her, and yet, all
the while, she is delighted! The great correspondence suffers under it,
but even the correspondence itself has diminished, since the marriage of
the Marquis was projected. This scheme so absorbs Madame de Villemer,
that she cannot help confiding it or hinting something about it to all
her old friends; after which she will reflect seriously, admitting the
imprudence of saying much about it, and that she ought not to rely on
the discretion of so many people; and then we throw into the fire the
letters she has just dictated. This it is that leads her to say so
often: 'Bah! let us stop writing, I would rather say nothing at all than
not to mention things that interest me.'
"When she has visitors she makes a sign that I may go and join the
Marquis, for she knows now that I am taking notes for him. Since his
illness is over, I thought there ought to be no mystery made about so
simple a thing, and she is quite willing to have me relieve her son from
any wearisome portions of his work. She is very curious to know what
this book so carefully concealed can possibly be; but there is no
danger, of my betraying anything, for I don't know a single word in it.
I only know that just now we are deep in the history of France, and more
especially in the age of Richelieu; but what I need not mention to any
one here is, that I anticipate a great divergence in opinion between the
son and the mother on a host of grave matters.
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