Be constant, be constant! Constancy is a rare virtue even where it is not an undeniable piece of wisdom.

Vive Napoleon II.! As to the book, ah, you are always, and have always been, too good to _me_, that's quite certain; and if you are not too good to my husband, it is only because I am persuaded in my secret soul nobody _can_ be too good to him.
He sends you his warm regards, and I send you a kiss of baby's, who is finishing his Babylonish education, unfortunate child, by learning a complement of French.

I assure you he understands everything you can say to him in English as well as Italian, so that he won't be utterly denationalised.
God bless you.

Say how you are and write soon.
Your ever affectionate E.B.B.
* * * * * _To Miss Mitford_ [Paris,] 138 Avenue des Champs-Elysees: November 12, 1851.
I see your house, my beloved friend, and clap my hands for pleasure.

It will suit you admirably, I see, plainly from Paris, and how right you are about the pretty garden, not to make it fine and modern; you have the right instincts about such things, and are too strong for Mrs.
Loudon and the landscape gardeners.