'Sacre.' Kind Madame Mohl was here to-day, asking about you; and the Aides, male and female, whom we did not see, being at dinner; and dear Lady Elgin came to the door in her wheel-chair.
We keep Penini (in a bed this time) in our bedroom.

He was so pathetic about it, we would not lose him.
Write to us, keep writing to us, till you come.

I think much of you, wish much for you, and feel much _with_ you.

May God bless you, my dear dear friend! The frost broke up on Thursday, and it is raining warmly to-day; but I can't believe in the possibility of the cold penetrating much into this house under worse circumstances; and I shall be bold, and try hard to begin writing next week.
Oh! George Sand.

How magnificent that eighteenth volume is; I mean the volume which concludes with the views upon the _sexes_! After all, and through all, if her hands are ever so defiled, that woman has a clean soul.
On the magnetic subjects, too, her 'je ne sais' is worthy of her.