February 2, 1780

I did a silly thing today. I attempted to visit F&R and ordered my carriage for that purpose. The courtyard of Sully was swept by my servants, but the streets were not as well ordered, and my carriage became stuck in the snow. It took several men to push it out of the bank, and I never made it to my destination.

I wanted so badly to speak to them because T- is on his own journey. After only two days with the Ferme they have sent him through the snow to Lille, and he has not clearly told me what is the cause for this urgent mission. I miss him dearly already, and I fear for him. It seems that every small triumph has it's cost, and oh I have an ill feeling.

Olympe, Comtesse