It did not strike either of us till this morning that it was so long.

We have all been well; and Robert is whirled round and round so, in this most dissipated of places (to which Paris is really grave and quiet), that he scarcely knows if he stands on his feet or his head....
Since Christmas Day I have been out twice, once to see Mr.Page's gorgeous picture (just gone to Paris), and once to run back again before the wind; but I am too susceptible.

The weather has been glorious to everybody with some common sense in their lungs.

And to-day it is possible even to _me_, they say, and I am preparing for an effort.
Pen is quite well and rosy.

Still we hear of illness, and I am very particular and nervous about him.