I won't die, if I can help it, without seeing George Sand.' So we gave our letter to a friend who was to give it to a friend, who was to place it in her hands, her abode being a mystery and the name she used unknown.
The next day came by the post this answer: Madame,--J'aurai l'honneur de vous recevoir dimanche prochain rue Racine 3.

C'est le seul jour que je puisse passer chez moi, et encore je n'en suis pas absolument certaine.

Mais j'y ferai tellement mon possible, que ma bonne etoile m'y aidera peut-etre un peu.
Agreez mille remerciments de coeur, ainsi que Monsieur Browning, que j'espere voir avec vous, pour la sympathie que vous m'accordez.
GEORGE SAND.
Paris: 12 fevrier, 52.
This is graceful and kind, is it not?
And we are going to-morrow; I, rather at the risk of my life.

But I shall roll myself up head and all in a thick shawl, and we shall go in a close carriage, and I hope I shall be able to tell you about the result before shutting up this letter.
One of her objects in coming to Paris this time was to get a commutation of the sentence upon her friend Dufraisse, who was ordered to Cayenne.
She had an interview accordingly with the President.

He shook hands with her and granted her request, and in the course of conversation pointed to a great heap of 'Decrees' on the table, being hatched 'for the good of France.' I have heard scarcely anything of him, except from his professed enemies; and it is really a good deal the simple recoil from manifest falsehoods and gross exaggerations which has thrown me on the ground of his defenders.