To Mademoiselle Sophie Surville,
It is a true pleasure, my dear niece,
to dedicate to you this book, the subject and details
of which have won the approbation, so difficult
to win, of a young girl to whom the world is still
unknown, and who has compromised with none of the
lofty principles of a saintly education. Young
girls are indeed a formidable public, for they ought
not to be allowed to read books less pure than the
purity of their souls; they are forbidden certain
reading, just as they are carefully prevented from
seeing social life as it is. Must it not therefore
be a source of pride to a writer to find that he has
pleased you?
God grant that your affection for
me has not misled you. Who can tell?
—the future; which you, I hope, will
see, though not, perhaps.
Your uncle,
De Balzac.
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