The things we do!

You know how I am
arrived to love Clive as own my child. I very quick surprised his secret,
the poor boy, when he was here it is twenty months. He looked so like you
as I repeal me of you in the old time! He told me he had no hope of
his beautiful cousin. I have heard of the fine marriage that one makes
her. Paul, my son, has been at the English Ambassade last night and has
made his congratulations to M. de Farintosh. Paul says him handsome,
young, not too spiritual, rich, and haughty, like all, all noble
Montagnards.
"But it is not of M. de Farintosh I write, whose marriage, without doubt,
has been announced to you. I have a little project; very foolish,
perhaps. You know Mr. the Duke of Ivry has left me guardian of his little
daughter Antoinette, whose affreuse mother no one sees more. Antoinette
is pretty and good, and soft, and with an affectionate heart. I love her
already as my infant. I wish to bring her up, and that Clive should marry
her. They say you are returned very rich.


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