Chapter LX: Letter XXVIII: From George Valmont

TO

CLEMENT MONTGOMERY

Scoundrel,

By means I cannot divine, Sibella has escaped me. I have no doubt you or some of your diabolical agents are concerned in the business.--The deed, Sir, I have burned.--Your draught of it must help to amuse you.

It delights me to think she is not yet nineteen, and that you are pennyless. Beg at my gates if you dare!--The worst of indignities are better than your deservings.--You seal your union under happy auspices.--I give you joy.--Would I could give you destruction!

GEORGE VALMONT