So everything was stopped and changed.

We gave up Rome and you, and are now actually on the point of setting out for Venice; Venice is to console us for Rome.

We go to-morrow, indeed.

The plan is to stay a fortnight at Venice (or more or less, as the charm works), and then to strike across to Milan; across the Spluegen into Switzerland, and to linger there among the hills and lakes for a part of the summer, so working out an intention of economy; then down the Rhine; then by railroad to Brussels; so to Paris, settling there; after which we pay our visit to England for a few weeks.

Early next spring we mean to go to Rome and return here, either _for good_ (which is very possible) or for the purpose of arranging our house affairs and packing up books and furniture.