It's the mad bull and the china shop, and, _nota bene_, we are the china shop.

People want to see if Italy has cut off our noses, or what! A very kind anxiety certainly, but so horribly fatiguing that my heart sinks, and my brain goes round under the process.

O my Florence! how much better you are! Have you heard that Wilson is married to a Florentine who lived once with the Peytons, and is here now with us, a good, tender-hearted man ?[46] I am tolerably well, though to breathe this heavy air always strikes me as difficult; and my little Penini is very well, thank God.

I want so much to show him to you.

We shall be here till the end of September, if the weather admits of it, then go to Paris for the winter, then return to London, and then--why, _that_ 'then' is too far off to see.