How is Miss Procter?
How kind everybody was to us in England, and how affectionately we remember it! God bless you yourself! We love you for the past and the present, besides the future in December.
Your attached E.B.B.
* * * * * _To Miss Mitford_ [Paris,] 138 Avenue des Champs-Elysees: October 22, [1851].
The pause in writing has come from the confusion in living, my ever dearest Miss Mitford, and no worse cause.

It was a long while before we could settle ourselves in a private apartment, and we had to stay at the hotel and wander about like doves turned out of the dove-cote, and seeking where to inhabit....

We have seen nothing in Paris, except the shell of it, yet.

No theatres--nothing but business.

Yet two evenings ago we hazarded going to a 'reception' at Lady Elgin's, in the Faubourg St.Germain, and saw some French, but nobody of distinction.