I am forever on the highways; it seems as if I were afraid sometimes that the carriage will upset with me.

The rains there have been for the last three days reduce me to despair; the Rhone causes me strange alarm.

I have a map before my eyes, I know all the places where you sleep.

This evening you are at Nevers; on Sunday you will be at Lyons, where you will receive this letter.

I have received only two of yours; perhaps the third will come; that is the only comfort I desire: as for others, I seek for none." During five and twenty years Madame de Sevign~ could never become accustomed to her daughter's absence.