We are very comfortably settled in rooms turned to the sun, and do work and play by turns--having almost too many visitors--hear excellent music at Mrs.
Sartoris's (Adelaide Kemble) once or twice a week, and have Fanny Kemble to come and talk to us with the doors shut, we three together.

This is pleasant.

I like her decidedly.

If anybody wants small-talk by handfuls of glittering dust swept out of salons, here's Mr.Thackeray besides; and if anybody wants a snow-man to match Southey's snow-woman (see 'Thalaba'), here's Mr.Lockhart, who, in complexion, hair, conversation, and manners, might have been made out of one of your English '_drifts_'-- 'sixteen feet deep in some places,' says Galignani.

Also, here's your friend _V._--Mrs.Archer Clive.[31] We were at her house the other evening.