all this ; but to return to my story. This was the subject of my second letter, and five or six days after I received one from you, full of complaints against me. You see, however, my poor cousin, with how little justice you complain ; and hence I draw this fine moral reflection, that we should never condemn a person unheard. This is my justification. Another, perhaps, would have expressed the same thing in fewer words. You must bear with my imperfections, in consideration of my friendship. Every one has his peculiar style ; mine, as you see, is by no means laconic.
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LETTER IV.
You affect great things, M. le Comte : under the pretense that you write like a second Cicero, you think yourself entitled to ridicule people. The passage you remarked, in reality, made me laugh heartily ; but I am astonished that you found no other equally ludicrous ; for, in the way I wrote to you, it is a miracle that you comprehended my meaning ; and I see plainly that either you have a greater share of wit, or that my letter is better, than I imagined. I am glad, however, you have profited by my advice.
I am told that you have asked leave to stay at the frontiers. As you know, my poor count, that mine is a blunt and honest sort of love, I am desirous your request may be granted. This is the road, it is said, to preferment, and you know how interested I am in your welfare ; but I shall be pleased either way. If you remain, true friendship shall find its account ; if you return, affectionate friendship shall be satisfied.
Madame de Roquelaure is returned so handsome that she yesterday completely challenged the Louvre ; this kindled such jealousy in the beauties that were present, that they have resolved, out of spite, she shall not be a party at any of the after-suppers, and you know how gay and pleasant they
