I will say no more.

Have I made myself intelligible?
You are so intelligent.
"Apropos, Antoinette sends you a sketch or a painting, I do not know which, that will be handed to you by Count Abel Larinski.

He is a Pole, of that there can be no doubt; you will perceive it at once.

I wish him well; he was obliging enough to extricate me from a breakneck position into which I had foolishly thrust myself.

That I have a pair of legs to walk on, and a hand to write with, I owe to him.