The intense desire that I always have to spend a few moments with you, my good papa, made me ask you yesterday whether you would be at home tonight, but do not trouble yourself about it in the slightest. I very much fear that it will be impossible for me to come and see you, and if I can come, I will only be able to come late. I have thought of an easier plan: it would be for you to come and ask my good neighbors to give you tea on your return from Paris, which would be a great gift for them. It would be easier for me to see you at their house, because when my husband returned, I would be home in an instant. Farewell, my good papa; do with my idea as you like, but believe above all else that no one on earth loves you more sincerely than I.