To George Sand Your name,dear George,while casting a reflected radiance on my book,can gain no new glory from this page.And yet it is neither self-interest nor diffidence which has led me to place it there,but only the wish that it should bear witness to the solid friendship between us,which has survived our wanderings and separations,and triumphed over the busy malice of the world.This feeling is hardly likely now to change.The goodly company of friendly names,which will remain attached to my works,forms an element of pleasure in the midst of the vexation caused by their increasing number.Each fresh book,in fact,gives rise to fresh annoyance,were it only in the reproaches aimed at my too prolific pen,as though it could rival in fertility the world from which Idraw my models!Would it not be a fine thing,George,if the future antiquarian of dead literatures were to find in this company none but great names and generous hearts,friends bound by pure and holy ties,the illustrious figures of the century?May Inot justly pride myself on this assured possession,rather than on a popularity necessarily unstable?For him who knows you well,it is happiness to be able to sign himself,as I do here,Your friend,DE BALZAC.

PARIS,June 1840.

LETTERS OF TWO BRIDES