Paris

Iarrived here, Madam, yesterday noon, and, about twenty-five leagues from Paris, I met Madame d’ Ostalis and Madame de Limours. So that you will easily guess, notwithstanding my aversion to travelling, that the last part of my journey appeared very short. When I arrived at my own house, Madame d’ Ostalis conducted me to a little room she knew I was very fond of. I saw with astonishment she had new furnished it in a very different manner from its former state. I wish to convince you, said she, that I have not been idle in your absence. All this is my work. I have embroidered this furniture, have drawn these landscapes, and painted these flowers, fruits, birds and miniatures. This pleasing attention in Madame d’ Ostalis was still more valuable, as she had many other avocations, such as taking infinite pains with her children, and fulfilling the duties of her employment, which she does with the utmost exactness. But one has no idea of what may be done, when one is not inclined to idleness, and when one does not lose a moment from some useful or agreeable work. With regard to her person, she is beautiful as an Angel. Her mind is all purity and innocence. She keeps good hours, she never intrigues, she drinks no tea nor coffee with cream, and therefore she will for a long time preserve her charming state of health, her beauty, and her complexion.

Adelaide and Theodore already regret Languedoc. They have been to-day to walk in the Palais royal, and complain much of the croud and the dust. They find it a sad thing to have only a little garden, which they can go round in ten minutes. Miss Bridget agrees perfectly with them in their opinions, as the eating her meals alone in her chamber makes the residing at Paris extremely disagreeable to her.