"My brother, I have thought of you everywhere among the mountains,
under the linden trees, in the little salon, in the gallery, where
they have made me read from your letters, those dear letters which
M. de Bayne preserves with other precious papers. I believe you
would give him much pleasure in sending him others from time to
time, telling him now and then what passes in the literary world.
This brave man especially loves you. The name 'M. Maurice' ought
to be in his heart, for he has it often upon his lips. This
affection ought to please you; I take pleasure in it, inasmuch as
it apparently confers something upon me as your sister. In short,
I know not why Mons. de Bayne treats me in so distinguished a
manner. He used to come and talk with me of his great authors, of
his great thoughts; we conversed about all kinds of books--history,
philosophy, legends, poetry. That was a course of literary
conversations for the evening, for it was in the evening that we
talked, he in his armchair, the back to the window, I upon the
large sofa, in the place marked by the countess; Leontine at the
end, Louise upon a chair near me, and Criquet at her feet or on
her lap. You should have seen also the round table with books,
pamphlets, journals, stockings heaped up round the chandelier and
below the shadow where the cricket used to come. It was the same
as it was four years ago, except that you were not there. Louise
is not at all changed. She has the same air of youth, the same
gaiety, the same eye of fire. What a glance! I could wish that it
had fallen upon Raphael. For myself, I have in my soul a charming
tableau of it and a true one.
"I was cut off from it all at once by the arrival of Miou, my
scholar, a little girl, sweet, pretty, and foolish according to
papa, who does not like her slowness, which makes him judge
sharply my poor _protégé_. A hail came the day before yesterday to
carry off our grapes. It is a pity to see the poor bruised vines
which promised an abundant harvest. They expected no less than
seventy casks; rely upon nothing in this world!
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