Dearest Isa, seriously speaking, you must write, for I am anxious to know that you are recovering your good looks and proper bodily presence as to weight.

Just now I am scarcely of sane mind about Italy.

It even puts down the spirit-subject.

I pass through cold stages of anxiety, and white heats of rage.

Robert accuses me of being 'glad' that the new 'Times' correspondent has been suddenly seized with Roman fever.