I am fulfilling my pledge to you again, my papa; my heart made a promise to yours, it is the most sacred of all contracts. I will write to you, I will tell you that I love you, that you were much longed for here. On her arrival, Maman said to me before she kissed me, Where is that good papa?—He is not going to come.— My daughter, here is where I was going to lodge him, so he would be comfortable.—He would have been very well there.— My daughter, do you want to dine? I prepared everything Mr. Franklin likes.—Maman, I do not doubt the care you have taken.—Here is where you would have taken him to sleep after dinner; here is where he would have played chess with you; I had my walks cleaned; I wanted so much to make him happy! My papa, by coming here you would have made many people happy! If the weather grows nicer, if you foresee that you will have a day or two of liberty, will you not come see us? My heart summons you; does yours not hear it? Ah yes, it hears; my papa loves me; how could he not love me, when for him my soul harbors every feeling there is? My dear papa, I love you to the greatest possible degree: nothing is more true; I will always love you: that is most true as well! I am always seeking every possible way of pleasing you, and I will not be truly happy until I read in your eyes that you are content with your daughter. Farewell, my amiable papa; this is my profession of faith as a friend. I am a devout adherent of friendship; the worship of its cult is dear to my heart, especially when this worship is addressed to you. I have the honor to be, my dear papa, your very humble and very obedient servant