We have all been getting photographed, and the proofs are to be seen to-day. How they will look I know not. Madame Zassetsky arranged me for mine, and then said to the photographer: "_C'est mon fils. Il vient d'avoir dix-neuf ans. Il est tout fier de sa jeune moustache. Tâchez de la faire paraître_," and then bolted leaving me solemnly alone with the artist. The artist was quite serious, and explained that he would try to "_faire ressortir ce que veut Madame la Princesse_" to the best of his ability; he bowed very much to me, after this, in quality of Prince you see. I bowed in return and handled the flap of my cloak after the most princely fashion I could command.--Ever your affectionate son, R. L. S. TO MRS. THOMAS STEVENSON _[Menton], March 20, 1874._ I. _My Cloak._--An exception occurs to me to the frugality described a letter (or may be two) ago; my cloak: it would certainly have been possible to have got something less expensive; still it is a fine thought for absent parents that their son possesses simply THE GREATEST vestment in Mentone. It is great in size, and unspeakably great in design; _qua_ raiment, it has not its equal. III. _About Spain._--Well, I don't know about _me_ and Spain. I am certainly in no humour and in no state of health for voyages and travels. Towards the end of May (see end), up to which time I seem to see my plans, I might be up to it, or I might not; I think _not_ myself. I have given up all idea of going on to Italy, though it seems a pity when one is so near; and Spain seems to me in the same category. But for all that, it need not interfere with your voyage thither: I would not lose the chance, if I wanted. IV. _Money._--I am much obliged. That makes £180 now. This money irks me, one feels it more than when living at home. However, if I have health, I am in a fair way to make a bit of a livelihood for myself. Now please don't take this up wrong; don't suppose I am thinking of the transaction between you and me; I think of the transaction between me and mankind. I think of all this money wasted in keeping up a structure that may never be worth it--all this good money sent after bad. I shall be seriously angry if you take me up wrong. V. _Roads._--The familiar false concord is not certainly a form of colloquialism that I should feel inclined to encourage. It is very odd; I wrote it very carefully, and you seem to have read it very carefully, and yet none of us found it out. The Deuce is in it. VI. _Russian Prince._--A cousin of these ladies is come to stay with them--Prince Léon Galitzin. He is the image of--whom?--guess now--do you give it up?--Hillhouse. VII. _Miscellaneous._--I send you a pikler of me in the cloak. I think it is like a hunchback. The moustache is clearly visible to the naked eye--O diable! what do I hear in my lug? A mosquito--the first of the season. Bad luck to him! Good nicht and joy be wi' you a'. I am going to bed.--Ever your affectionate son,