He has the head of some grand lion; he is as generous as he is handsome, but very sad.

He must have some great sorrow on his heart.

The misfortune, so far as I am concerned, is that he cannot spoil me much longer--it is almost over now.

He expects to leave here in two days; and he has announced to me that he will come to make his adieus, to-morrow afternoon.
"You will come soon, won't you, _ma chere demoiselle_?
I burn with impatience to embrace you, since you permit me to embrace you.

You are my angel and my sunshine, and I am your very humble and devoted servant, "LOUISE GALET." This letter of Mlle.