I delivered the books which you sent me to the destination written on their wrapper, and I am charged with thanking you on behalf of MM. de la Rochefoucauld, de Malesherbes, and de Barbançon. Accept my thanks as well, for the copy that you addressed to me.

Although you no longer write us and you seem to have completely forgotten us, we still love you the same; we think about you continually, and every day we talk about you more regularly than we say our prayers. Passy is absolutely deserted; everyone except M. de Chaumont and I has fled this place which you left, having the resolution, perhaps, and the hope of consoling each other. As for me, who has neither the one nor the other, I will die here doubtless, missing you, bemoaning you, loving you always