It is 1814. Leaving the theatre, our heroine, a widow in love with a penniless young man who requites her love, catches a glimpse of her beau in the crowd, leaving in the company of another young woman.
Throughout the next twenty-four hours – a night, a day and another night that stretch into eternity – she addresses a series of forty-six letters to her lover, reflections of the tempest of emotions that have her in their grip, and that succeed each other in her heart: she is ripped apart now with jealousy, now with love, now with despair. Forty-six letters that express, in a language of extraordinary refinement and precision, amorous exasperation and the violence of feelings born, as it turns out, of a misunderstanding, because the young lover by whom the sensitive woman believed herself to have been betrayed – leading her ro contemplating suicide – was in fact secretly plotting the possibility of their union.

A timeless epistolary masterpiece, intimate blend of analysis and passion, that fans of Marcelle Sauvageot and Benjamin Constant and those of Stefan Zweig and Arthur Schnitzler will enjoy. The rediscovery of a major 19th-century feminist figure, both as an author and as a feminist.