I should have
preferred writing to her friend, but did not dare take that liberty,
as it appeared more proper to begin with her to whom I owed the
acquaintance, and with whom I was most familiar. Having written my
letter, I took it to Mademoiselle Giraud, as the young ladies had
agreed at parting, they having furnished me with this expedient.
Mademoiselle Giraud was a quilter, and sometimes worked at Madam
Galley's, which procured her free admission to the house. I must
confess, I was not thoroughly satisfied with this messenger, but was
cautious of starting difficulties, fearing that if I objected to her
no other might be named, and it was impossible to intimate that she
had an inclination to me herself. I even felt humiliated that she
should think I could imagine her of the same sex as those young
ladies: in a word, I accepted her agency rather than none, and availed
myself of it at all events.
At the very first word, Giraud discovered me. I must own this was
not a difficult matter, for if sending a letter to young girls had not
spoken sufficiently plain, my foolish embarrassed air would have
betrayed me. It will easily be supposed that the employment gave her
little satisfaction, she undertook it, however, and performed it
faithfully. The next morning I ran to her house and found an answer
ready for me. How did I hurry away that I might have an opportunity to
read and kiss it alone! though this need not be told, but the plan
adopted by Mademoiselle Giraud (and in which I found more delicacy and
moderation than I had expected) should.
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