|To Wojciech Grzymala
Chaillot, Saturday, 28 July 
After your answer and
her letter I just gave up. I didn't know whether to suspect her of hallucinations, or her
messenger of theft, or whether to condemn Mme Étienne, or to regard myself as forgetful
or crazy; in short, my head went round.
She came to me with a confession, and told everything so stupidly, and
her sister apparently knew nothing about it. I was finally obliged to tell her the truth,
that I could not understand such munificent gifts from anyone, unless perhaps the Queen of
England or Miss Coutt [Coutts?]. But that's how it is. The personage to whom such
a sum was entrusted without his knowledge, and who took no receipt from Mme Étienne for
the letter (or parcel), went to Alexis Somnambul. Here the drama
Alexis tells him that on a Thursday in March (the 8th)
he took some very important papers, addressed - (he wrote down my address); that the
packet never arrived à sa destination; that he has not got it, that he gave it
up, in some kind of small dark room, to which one goes down 2 steps, to some woman (there
were two of them, and the taller one took it); that she had in her hand a letter, which
the postman had given to her; that, taking the letter in question from this person, she
told him that she would at once deliver it; but, Alexis added, she carried it downstairs,
without even showing it to me, and I never saw the letter. When he was asked whether he
could not see what had been done with the letter, he answered that he could not see, but
that if anyone would bring him some hair, or a handkerchief, or gloves, belonging to the
person who received the letter, he could tell. Mrs. Erskine was present at the séance at
Alexis's, and came yesterday to tell me about it, and to ask me how to get hold of
something belonging to Mme Étienne, so as to give it to Alexis. I got Mme Étienne to
come to me, on a pretext of bringing me Boist and some handkerchiefs; and when she came I
said - as if I wanted to get rid of Mrs. Erskine, who was supposed to be asking for a lock
of my hair for a clairvoyante who cures sick people in St. Germain (where the Scottish
ladies are now living) - I said, as if I were trying to get out of it, that I would send
her some of Mme Étienne's hair, and if she could tell whose it was, I would believe in
her and send my own, but that I was convinced she would take the well person's hair for
the invalid's. So, at my request, Mme Étienne cut off a lock of her hair and wrapped it
up, and Mrs. Erskine took it away.
This morning the messenger came to me with Mrs. Erskine, from Alexis.
Alexis had recognized the hair of the person to whom the packet was given. He said that
she had put the sealed packet into a small piece of furniture beside her bed, that the
packet was still there and not lost, or delivered, or opened. That if the man goes about
it tactfully, she will give it up to him, but that care is necessary. So then this man
went straight from me, at noon, to the Square d'Orléans, found Mme Étienne alone,
reminded her that in March he had called and given her a packet for me, which he had told
her was very important. She recognized him, and gave him back the packet, which he had
given to her all those months back. It had not been unsealed, and inside were 25
thousands, untouched. At my lodging Mrs. Erskine opened it in his and my
presence. What do you think of it? That clairvoyant!!! The packet lying
so long untouched!! Such queer occurrences make my head swim. You may take notice
that I did not accept the donation; and that is enough about the matter, in writing. Some
day I will tell you more.
Now, I believe in magnetism.
It's by God's grace that it was found. There are many details
that I don't write to you, for my pen burns.
And now about something else - Princess Sapieha, Izia and Wladzio went
to Dieppe today. The Princess of Wirtemb. remains. Plichcina is doubtless already in
I begin to doubt about my sister. I am no worse, and no better. I love
you, and I wish I could see you.
I embrace you.
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