don’t you imagine any nonsense about displeasing us. i am not the sort of person who manifests displeasure by silence. i send a cablegram on the spot. until you get that sort of cablegram, you can rest perfectly easy, that no trouble is brewing. speaking of cablegrams, reminds me that i sent you one on the 6th. of february and that i have received two letters from you since, in which you make no mention of it, but on the contrary do mention that you have not heard from us since the 22d. of november. i traced that cablegram through the hartford office, and i found that it crossed the ocean, but i suppose it lost itself over there somewhere. it was directed to your address in the boulevard st. michel. it was simply to tell you to take those private instructions, which you mentioned, and i sent it, because you wanted to know as early as possible, whether you should take them, or not. i have written four or five times since november, and have usually sent the letters to the old address at the beaux arts. i saw st. gaudent, for a moment three or four days ago, and he inquired after you both, with strong interest. i am going away before long, on a six weeks or two months trip, and if you do not hear from me, you must not attribute it, to viciousness, but to laziness, and the inconvenience of writing, when one is on a journey. the entire family is sick, without an exception. the servants are all sick also. the whole tribe have been in the doctor’s hands for the past ten days; still there is nothing about it all, worthy the interest of people in a foreign land, because none of the gang is sick enough, to entitle him to even domestic sympathy. but sick or well, they all send love, and wish you both no end of success.