This is the delightful story which now absorbs the minds of the respectable public. Lady C., the wife of the minister of ----, she young and pretty, he old and ugly, sued for divorce, on the grounds that her husband was unjust towards her. The trial took place in London, and it was decreed gallantly that he was a good-for-nothing. There are, however, women in Madrid who assume to know that it was a calumny. However that may be, the woman obtained her divorce, and almost immediately afterwards married the duke of ----, who had for some time paid court to her in Madrid. It seems that she has not the same grounds of complaint towards her new husband as she had to the former, but here is the devil of an affair. The duke of ---- has sued his half-sister, the duchess of ----, on account of certain deeds, estates, etc. She has just discovered that her brother, who was born in France, in order to succeed to his inheritance, had presented a certificate of baptism signed by a _curé_, an act which in France is illegal. It is found, moreover, that this certificate is a counterfeit, and is contradicted by the certificate of birth at the office of the Registry of State, which proves that the present duke was born in Paris several years previously, of an unknown mother. This mother is the third wife of the duke of ----, married at that time to a fourth, for in that family the marriages are always out of the ordinary. This is going to make a pretty lawsuit, as you will see, and it is quite possible that ex-lady C. will find herself some fine morning with no peerage and no fortune. Meanwhile, she will soon arrive in Madrid with her husband, and sir J. C. has requested a change of residence. I have taken steps to find the _Nipi_ handkerchiefs, but I have not yet succeeded in discovering any. Apparently they are no longer fashionable. However, I am promised some the first of next month. I hope they will keep their word. Everything, it seems, is quiet enough, politically speaking. Besides, at this moment it is too cold to fear a _pronunciamiento_. I think of remaining here until the 10th or 12th of November, if I do not die of my cold before then. Where are you? What are you doing? Write to me soon. CCLXXVII CANNES, _December 4, 1864_. DEAR FRIEND: I have arrived here, and find no letter from you, which grieves me very much....