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Updated: June 10, 2025
EDGAR DE MEILHAN to the PRINCE DE MONBERT, St. RICHEPORT, June 23d 18 . You place a confidence in the police worthy the prince you are, dear Roger; you rely upon their information with a faith that surprises and alarms me. How do you expect the police to know anything concerning honest people? Never having watched them, being too much occupied with scoundrels, they do not know how to go about it.
Good Heavens! how his shameful conduct makes me hate and despise him!... I will try to be calm to collect my scattered thoughts and give you a clear account of what has just occurred tell you how all of my plans are destroyed how I am once more alone in this cruel world, more sad, more discouraged and more hopeless than I ever was in my darkest days of misery and poverty.... but I cannot be calm it is impossible for me to control my indignation when I think of the shameful behavior of this man of his gross impertinence his insolent duplicity.... Well, I went to the Odeon; M. de Monbert was there, I saw him, he certainly made no attempt to conceal his presence; you know he plumes himself upon being open and frank never hides anything from the world wishes people to see him in his true character, &c., precisely what I saw to-night.
He did not ask where, but gazed at me in a strange, almost suspicious way, and to change the conversation, said: "We had at Richeport, after you left, a charming man, who is celebrated for his wit and for being a great traveller the Prince de Monbert." ... He spoke as if on an indifferent subject, and Heaven knows he was right, for Roger at this moment interested me very, very little.
I must tell you, so you can better appreciate my angry mortification, that just as we were stepping into the carriage the servant handed me the letters that I had sent him to bring from the Hotel de Langeac. Among the number was one from M. de Monbert, written several days after I had left Paris; this letter is worthy of being sent to Grenoble; I enclose it.
He has a moderate fortune; with it he quietly dispenses charity and daily confers benefits with an unknown hand. He seems to be very agreeable and witty. I have never met so brilliant a man, except M. de Monbert. How charming it would be to hear them talk together! But that letter! What would I not give for that letter! If I could only read the first four lines!
While reading it, my dear Valentine, don't forget that I read it at the theatre, and my reading was constantly interrupted by the vulgar conversation and noisy laughter of M. de Monbert and his choice companions, and that each high-flown sentence of this hypocritical note had at the same time a literal and free translation in the scandalous remarks, bursts of laughter, and stupid puns of the despicable man who had written it.
I confess that this flow of wit interfered with my perusal of these touching reproaches; the brilliant improvisations of the orator prevented me from becoming too much affected by the elegiacs of the writer. Here is the note that I was trying to decipher through my tears when Monsieur de Monbert swaggered into the theatre.
You may meet her again; but if you have to make your way through six Boyars, three Moldavians, eleven bronze statues, ten check-sellers, crush a multitude of King Charles spaniels, upset a crowd of fruit-stands, go straight as a bullet towards your beauty; seize her by the tip of her wing, politely but firmly, like a gendarme; for the Prince Roger de Monbert must not be the plaything of a capricious Parisian heiress.
Your unhappy friend, ROGER DE MONBERT. EDGAR DE MEILHAN to the PRINCE DE MONBERT, St. Richeport, May 26th 18 . Dear Roger: You have understood me. I did not wish to annoy you with hackneyed condolences or sing with you an elegiac duet; but I have not the less sympathized with your sorrows; I have even evolved a system out of them.
She has something glistening in her hand ... it is ... a ... would you believe it? a travelling-bag covered with steel beads!... she intends taking it to the theatre!... do my eyes deceive me? can she be filling it with oranges to carry with her?... she dare not disgrace us by eating oranges. EDGAR DE MEILHAN to the PRINCE DE MONBERT, Saint Dominique Street, Paris. RICHEPORT, June 3d, 18
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