Do you know, my good papa, that you played a mean trick on me? You order your carriage for eight o’clock, and at half-past seven you run away, to punish me for having endured the boredom of walking around with ladies, while I could have had fun, staying with you. The grand voisin, as foolish as the grand cousin, did not have the presence of mind to propose a game of chess while you were waiting for me. I came back, I got very angry, I fumed against the ladies, against the voisin, against you, against the whole world, against myself, against all that deprives me of the pleasure of being with you, whom I love from the depths of my heart. Another time, consider that it is a great sin to harm one’s fellow creature, and stay till eight, nine, or ten o’clock.