The salons are very noisy.

A lady was ordered to her country seat the other day for exclaiming, 'Et il n'y a pas de Charlotte Corday.' Forgive, with this dull letter, my other defects.

Always I am frank to you, saying what is in my heart; and there is always there, dearest Miss Mitford, a fruitful and grateful affection to you from your E.B.B.
* * * * * _To Miss Mitford_ [Paris], 138 Avenue des Ch.-Elysees: February 15, [1852].
Thank you, thank you, my beloved friend.

Yes; I do understand in my heart all your kindness.

Yes, I do believe that on some points I am full of disease; and this has exposed me several times to shocks of pain in the ordinary intercourse of the world, which for bystanders were hard, I dare say, to make out.