It was good entertainment; but only half-enjoyed, since I was alone: you should have been there.

In due time my lord awoke: the looking-glass above the fireplace soon intimated to him his plight: as you may imagine, I now live under threat and dread of vengeance.

But to come to the gist of my letter. I know Thursday is a half-holiday in the Rue Fossette : be ready, then, by five in the afternoon, at which hour I will send the carriage to take you out to La Terrasse . Be sure to come: you may meet some old acquaintance. Goodbye, my wise, dear, grave little goddaughter.⁠—Very truly yours,

Louisa Bretton .