I know all that there is in you of devotion, delicacy and precious and noble virtues.

Since the time when you carried me in your arms to the poor, and put a penny in my hand to teach me to give alms, I have never heard benevolence spoken of without involuntarily thinking of you.

When you whipped a boy twice your size for taking away my doll, I felt that courage was noble and that a woman would be happy in being able to lean on a brave man.

All that I have ever seen you do since that time, has only redoubled my esteem and my sympathy.

Believe me that it is neither from wickedness or ingratitude that I make you suffer now.