"In vain I seek my darling daughter; I can no longer find her, and every step she takes removes her farther from me.

I went to St.Mary's, still weeping and still dying of grief; it seemed as if my heart and my soul were being wrenched from me; and, in truth, what a cruel separation! I asked leave to be alone: I was taken into Madame du Housset's room, and they made me up a fire.

Agnes sat looking at me without speaking: that was our bargain.

I staid there till five o'clock, without ceasing to sob: all my thoughts were mortal, wounds to me.

I wrote to M.de Grignan, you can imagine in what key.
Then I went to Madame de La Fayette's, who redoubled my griefs by the interest she took in them.