Ninon de l’Enclos to Saint-Evremond:

          Now, M. de Charleval is dead, and I am so much affected that I am trying to console myself by thinking of the share you will take in my affliction.  Up to the time of his death, I saw him every day.  His spirit possessed all the charms of youth, and his heart all the goodness and tenderness so desirable among true friends.  We often spoke of you and of all the old friends of our time.  His life and the one I am leading now, had much in common, indeed, a similar loss is like dying one’s self.
          Tell me the news about yourself.  I am as much interested in your life in London as if you were here, and old friends possess charms, which are not so well appreciated as when they are separated.