ToMadamedePortenduere:
Mydearaunt，——IammoreannoyedthansurprisedatSavinien’spranks。AsIammarriedandthefatheroftwosonsandonedaughter，myfortune，alreadytoosmallformypositionandprospects，cannotbelessenedtoransomaPortenduerefromthehandsoftheJews。Sellyourfarm，payhisdebts，andcomeandlivewithusatPortenduere。Youshallreceivethewelcomeweoweyou，eventhoughourviewsmaynotbeentirelyinaccordancewithyours。Youshallbemadehappy，andwewillmanagetomarrySavinien，whommywifethinkscharming。Thislittleoutbreakisnothing；donotmakeyourselfunhappy；itwillneverbeknowninthispartofthecountry，wherethereareanumberofrichgirlswhowouldbedelightedtoenterourfamily。
Mywifejoinsmeinassuringyouofthehappinessyouwouldgiveus，andIbegyoutoacceptherwishesfortherealizationofthisplan，togetherwithmyaffectionaterespects。
Luc-Savinien，ComtedePortenduere。
“WhatlettersforaKergarouettoreceive！“criedtheoldBretonlady，wipinghereyes。