Those discourses, and some others that fell from her in her delirium, make me apprehend this dreadful disorder has still a more cruel cause; but let us respect the secrets of our friend, and pity her misfortune.
All yesterday was equally stormy, either fits of frightful deliriousness, or lethargic faintness, the only time when she takes or gives any rest. I did not leave her bed’s head until nine at night, and am going again this morning for the day.
I will not certainly abandon our unhappy friend: but her obstinacy in refusing all help and assistance is very distressing.
I enclose you the journal of last night, which I have just received, and which, as you will see, brings but little consolation. I will take care to send them you regularly.
Adieu, my worthy friend! I am going to visit our poor friend. My daughter, who is perfectly recovered, presents her compliments to you.
Paris, Nov. 29, 17—.
[LETTER CXLVIII.]
The CHEVALIER DANCENY to the MARCHIONESS DE MERTEUIL.