Are you worse, my beloved friend?
I have been waiting to hear the solution of our own plans (dependent upon letters from England) in order to write to you; and when I found our journey to London was definitively rendered impossible till next spring, I deferred writing yet again, it was so painful to me to say to you that our meeting could not take place this year.

Now, I receive your little note and write at once to say how sad _that_ makes me.

It is the first time that the expression of your love, my beloved friend, has made me sad, and I start as from an omen.

On the other hand, the character you write in is so firm and like yourself, that I do hope and trust you are not sensibly worse.

Let me hear by a word, if possible, that the change of weather has done you some little good.