If Sillery perish, your position in Paris will be painful indeed.

I would fain send you the money you ask for, but Maurice keeps me so low in funds that I cannot even pay for my own clothes.

I trust, however, your nephew may bring you some relief, as he spoke of going to Paris this autumn on a secret mission for the English Government.

Affairs with us are very bad, and, indeed, Maurice succeeds so ill in winning the confidence of either party, loyalist or rebel, that he talks of sending me and Kit over to you till times are better here.

Take the threat for what it is worth, for I should be as sorry as you would, and I hear Paris is a dreadful place to be in now.