Travelling has really become a luxury.

I feel the _repose_ of it chiefly.

Yes, no possibility of unpleasant visitors! no fear of horrible letters! quite lifted above the plane of bad news, or of the expectation of bad news, which is nearly the same thing.

There you are, shut in, in a carriage! Quite out of reach of the telegraph even, which you mock at as you run alongside the wires.
Yes, but some visitors, some faces, and voices are missed.

And altogether I was very sad at leaving my Italy, oh, very sad!...
Tell me how you like 'up in the villa' life, and how long you shall bear it.
Paris! I have not been out of the house, except when I came into it.