“Of course I do,” was my answer; “but may one not love oneself just a little bit, too?  To me, health is life; and I assure you, at Fontevrault, my dear sister, I sleep most soundly, and have quite got rid of all my nervous attacks and headaches.”

We were just talking thus when Madame de Mortemart entered my room, and introduced young Chamilly, the Page-Dauphin,—­[The chief page-in-waiting bore the title of Page-Dauphin]—­who brought with him a letter from the King.  He also had one for me from Madame de Maintenon, rallying me upon my absence and giving me news of my children.  The King’s letter was quite short, but a king’s note such as that is worth a whole pile of commonplace letters.  I transcribe it here: 

I am jealous; an unusual thing for me.  And I am much vexed, I confess, with Madame de Mortemart, who might have chosen a very different moment to be ill.  I am ignorant as to the nature of her malady, but if it be serious, and of those which soon grow more dangerous, she has played me a very sorry trick in sending for you to act as her nurse or her physician.  Pray tell her, madame, that you are no good whatever as a nurse, being extremely hasty and impatient in everything; while as regards medical skill, you are still further from the mark, since you have never yet been able to understand your own ailments, nor even explain these with the least clearness.  I must ask the Abbess momentarily to suspend her sufferings and come to Versailles, where all my physicians shall treat her with infinite skill; and, to oblige me, will cure her, as they know how much I esteem and like her.  Farewell, my ladies three, who in your friendship are but as one.  I should like to be there to make a fourth.  Madame de Maintenon, who loves you sincerely, will give you news of your little family and of Saint Germain.  Her letter and mine will be brought to you and delivered by the young Comte de Chamilly.  Send him back to me at once, and don’t let him, see your novices or your nuns, else he will not want to return to me.  Louis.

Madame de Maintenon’s letter was not couched in the same playfully mocking tone; though a marquise, she felt the distance that there was between herself and me; besides, she always knows exactly what is the proper thing to do.  The Abbess, who is an excellent judge, thought this letter excellently written.  She wanted to have a copy of it, which made me determine to preserve it.  Here it is, a somewhat more voluminous epistle than that of the King: 

I promised you, madame, that I would inform you as often as possible of all that interests you here, and now I keep my promise, being glad to say that I have only pleasant news to communicate.  His Majesty is wonderfully well, and though annoyed at your journey, he has hardly lost any of his gaiety, as seemingly he hopes to have you back again in a day or two.