218/268 Oh Sarianna, I wish we were all together to have a good gossip or groaning, with a laugh at the end!... It is bad of us both--and remember, _worse of you_, seeing that you left two long letters of mine unanswered for months. I felt as if I had fallen down an _oubliette_, and I was about to utter the loud shrieks befitting the occasion, when you wrote at last. Don't treat me so another time; I want to know your plans for the winter, since the winter is upon us. Next summer, if it pleases God, we shall certainly meet somewhere--say Paris, say London. |