After all, I wasn't made to live in England, or I should not cough there perpetually; while no sooner do I get to Paris than the cough vanishes--it is all but gone now.

The lightness of the air here makes the place tenable--so far, at least.

We made many an effort to get an apartment near the Madeleine, but we had to sacrifice sun or money, or breath, in going up to the top of a house, and the sacrifice seemed too great upon consideration, and we came off to the 'Avenue des Champs-Elysees,' on the sunshiny side of the way, to a southern aspect, and pretty cheerful carpeted rooms--a drawing room, a dressing and writing room for Robert, a small dining room, two comfortable bedrooms and a third bedroom upstairs for the _femme de service_, kitchen, &c., for two hundred francs a month.

Not too dear, we think.

About the same that we paid, out of the season, in London for the miserable accommodation we had there.