Et je vous assure, chere Madame Trollope, que rien ne pouvait me toucher aussi vivement et me faire autant de plaisir que ce souvenir venant de vous, qui me rappelera sans cesse les bons moments que j'ai eu la satisfaction de passer avec vous et qui resteront a jamais cheres a ma memoire.
"MELANIE, PRINCESSE DE METTERNICH." * * * * * I think that the hours passed by the Princess and my mother _tete-a-tete_, save for the presence of the artist occupied by his work during the painting of the Princess Melanie's portrait for my mother, were mainly the cause of the real intimacy of mind and affection which grew up between them--though, of course, the painting of the portrait shows that a considerable intimacy had previously arisen.

And it had been arranged that the portrait of my mother, which was the occasion of the above letter, should be exchanged for that of the Princess.

But there had been no time amid the whirl of the Vienna gaieties to get it executed.

It was, therefore, sent from England by Baron Huegel when he called on my mother, on visiting this country shortly after her return from Austria.
It occurs to me here to mention a circumstance which was, I think, the first thing to begin--not the acquaintance but--the intimacy in question; and which may be related as possessing an interest not confined to either of the ladies in question.
The Archduchess Sophie had graciously intimated her desire that my mother should be presented to her, and an evening had been named for the purpose.

But a few days before--just three, if I remember rightly--my mother caught a cold, which resulted in erysipelas, causing her head to become swollen to nearly double its usual size! Great was the dismay of the ladies who had arranged the meeting with the Archduchess, chief among whom had been the Princess Melanie.
She came to my mother, and insisted upon sending to her an old homoeopathic physician, who was her own medical attendant, and had been Hahnemann's favourite pupil.