Sometimes he attacks me in a very sensitive place, and he touches me to the quick when he tells me that his crimes are known, but that every day greater ones are committed that one uselessly attempts to hide, since all crimes, whatsoever they be, great or small, come to men's knowledge and form the common subject of their discourse.

He adds sometimes, in speaking to me of Madame de Rere, 'I wish her services may do you honour.' He has assured me that many people thought, and that he thought himself, that I was not my own mistress; this is doubtless because I had rejected the conditions he offered me.

Finally, it is certain that he is very uneasy about you know what, and that he even suspects that his life is aimed at.

He is in despair whenever the conversation turns on you, Livingston, and my brother.

However, he says neither good nor ill of absent people; but, on the contrary, he always avoids speaking of them.