You know a little, if not entirely, how we loved one another; how I was first with _him_, and _he_ with me; while God knows that death and separation have no power over such love.
After all, we shall see you in Paris if not in England.

We pass this winter in Paris, in the hope of my being able to bear the climate, for indeed Italy is too far.

And if the winter does not disagree with me too much we mean to take a house and settle in Paris, so as to be close to you all, and that will be a great joy to me.

You will pass through Paris this autumn (won't you ?) on your way to Pau, and I shall see you.

I do long to see you and make you know my husband....
So far from regretting my marriage, it has made the happiness and honour of my life; and every unkindness received from my own house makes me press nearer to the tenderest and noblest of human hearts _proved_ by the uninterrupted devotion of nearly five years.