Still, we shall probably pass the winter either at Rome or Naples, but I know no more than a swaddled baby which.
Also we _shan't_ know, probably, till the end of November, when we take out our passports.

Doubt is our element....
I must go to my Peni.

I am almost happy about him now.

And yet--oh, his lovely rosy cheeks, his round fat little shoulders, his strength and spring of a month ago!--at the best, we must lose our joy and pride in these for a time.

May God bless you! I know you will feel for me, and that makes me so egotistical.
Your ever affectionate BA.
* * * * * _To Miss Browning_ [Florence: February 1858.] My dearest Sarianna,--Robert is going to write to dear M.Milsand, whose goodness is 'passing that of men,' of all common friends certainly.
Robert's thanks are worth more than mine, and so I shall leave it to Robert to thank him.
The 'grippe' has gripped us here most universally, and no wonder, considering our most exceptional weather; and better the grippe than the fever which preceded it.