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I had from her three letters , however , in which her soul shone forth . In the spring of 1738 we were at Paris again . The women were very troublesome that year after Count Saxe , and a gay set of rival duchesses came near driving him to drink . One night in May he came into my chamber at midnight , and throwing himself on a chair , said : `` Babache , I am weary of this town of Paris , and there is a duchess or two that I would as lief were somewhere else . But as they will not go , I have bethought me of our errand to Brussels . We can travel slowly through the pleasant French country in this month of May ; we can stop at the château of Capello and see that matchless Francezka , and for a little while we can live like men , instead of courtiers . What do you think of this ? ''