Today, after my Lever, I wrote some letters, received some merchants for payment, had a fitting for new clothes, read for an hour or so, walked with Reinette at the gardens again, and embroidered a little. Just after 5 o'clock I was informed that a man had arrived and wished to speak with me, and it being Champlaine I had him admitted. He brought with him, not the letter itself, but a copy of the letter. Interesting as that was, it said nothing which would help me to divine the author, and so I again insisted that I must have the original, and again I plied him with money.
Tonight I am expected at the Comedie Francaise, and then there is a late supper to follow. I am in the mood to celebrate for I feel that very soon I will have answers.