The worst was that he was annoyed by the number of judicious observers and miserable comforters who told him I was horribly changed and ought to be taken back to Italy forthwith.

I knew it was nothing but an accidental attack, and that the results would pass away, as they did.

I kept quiet, applied mustard poultices, and am now looking again (tell dear Mr.Martin) 'as if I had shammed.' So all these misfortunes are strictly historical, you are to understand.
To-night we are going to Ary Scheffer's to hear music and to see ever so many celebrities.

Oh, and let me remember to tell you that M.Thierry, the blind historian, has sent us a message by his physician to ask us to go to see him, and as a matter of course we go.

Madame Viardot, the prima donna, and Leonard, the first violin player at the Conservatoire, are to be at M.Scheffer's.
After all, you are too right.