Letters of Two Brides

My brother came up in a leisurely way and took my hand, which he

pressed.

"Come, come, you may kiss her," said my father. And he kissed me on both cheeks.

"I am delighted to see you," he said, "and I take your side against my

father." I thanked him, but could not help thinking he might have come to Blois

when he was at Orleans visiting our Marquis brother in his quarters.

Fearing the arrival of strangers, I now withdrew. I tidied up my

rooms, and laid out on the scarlet velvet of my lovely table all the

materials necessary for writing to you, meditating all the while on my

new situation. This, my fair sweetheart, is a true and veracious account of the

return of a girl of eighteen, after an absence of nine years, to the

bosom of one of the noblest families in the kingdom. I was tired by

the journey as well as by all the emotions I had been through, so I

went to bed in convent fashion, at eight o'clock after supper. They

have preserved even a little Saxe service which the dear Princess used

when she had a fancy for taking her meals alone.