But we shall find it explode at length, a dozen years hence, in a conspicuous manner!-- "Maupertuis had come to us to Cirey, with Jean Bernouilli," says Voltaire; "and thenceforth Maupertuis, who was born the most jealous of men, took me for the object of this passion, which has always been very dear to him." [VIE PRIVEE.] Husht, Monsieur!--Here is a poor rheumatic kind of Letter, which illustrates the interim condition, after that varnish of reconcilement at Brussels:-- VOLTAIRE TO M.DE MAUPERTUIS (at Wesel, waiting for the King, or with him rather).
"BRUSSELS, 29th August (1740), _3d year since the world flattened._ "How the Devil, great Philosopher, would you have had me write to you at Wesel?
I fancied you gone from Wesel, to seek the King of Sages on his Journey somewhere.

I had understood, too, they were so delighted to have you in that fortified lodge (BOUGE FORTIFIE) that you must be taking pleasure there, for he that gives pleasure gets it.
"You have already seen the jolly Ambassador of the amiablest Monarch in the world,"-- Camas, a fattish man, on his road to Versailles (who called at Brussels here, with fine compliments, and a keg of Hungary Wine, as YOU may have heard whispered).

"No doubt M.de Camas is with you.

For my own share, I think it is after you that he is running at present.

But in truth, at the hour while I say this, you are with the King;"-- a lucky guess; King did return to Wesel this very day.