I rose to the occasion, and in my uncle's best manner I replied: "Be happy, Mademoiselle, and remember me." We laughed over it for a week.
She has done better, she has remembered it after eight months.

But she has not given her address.

That is a pity.

I should have liked to see them both again.

These young married folk are like the birds; you hear their song, but that does not tell you the whereabouts of their nest.
Now, uncle, it's your turn.
Here it is again, your unfailing letter anticipated, like the return of the comets, but less difficult to analyze than the weird substance of which comets are composed.