May God bless you both! And may we meet again and again in Paris and elsewhere; in London this summer to begin with! As the Italians would say in relation to any like pleasure: 'Sarebbe una _benedizione_.' We are waiting for the English weather to be reported endurable in order to set out.

Mrs.Streatfield, who has been in England these twelve days, writes to certify that it is past the force of a Parisian imagination to imagine the state of the skies and the atmosphere; yet, even in Paris, we have been moaning the last four days, because really, since then, we have gone back to April, and a rather cool April, with alternate showers and sunshine--a crisis, however, which does not call for fires, nor inflict much harm on me.

It was the thunder, we think, that upset the summer.
You seem to have had a sort of inkling about my brittleness when you were here.

It was the beginning of a bad attack of cough and pain in the side, the consequence of which was that I turned suddenly into the likeness of a ghost and frightened Robert from his design of going to England.

About that I am by no means regretful; he was not wanted, as the event proved abundantly.