But to-day, Thursday, I mean to drive out a little with Robert.

You know I have a _weakness_ for Paris, and a _passion_ for Italy; which would operate thus, perhaps, that I could easily stay here when once here, if there was but a sun to stay with me.

We are in admiration, all of us, at everything, from cutlets to costumes.

On the latter point I shall give myself great airs over you barbarians presently--no offence to Zerlinda--and, to begin, pray draw your bonnets more over your faces.
I would rather send this bit than wait, as I did not write to you from Marseilles.
May God bless you! If you knew how happy I think you for being in Italy--if you knew.
I shiver with the cold.

I tie up three loves to send you from Your truly affectionate BA.
* * * * * _To Miss I.Blagden_ Hotel Hyacinthe, St.Honore, Paris: Thursday [July 8, 1858].
My dearest dear Isa,--We are here, having lost nothing--neither a carpet bag nor a bit of our true love for you.