Well, I am hardy! Here I am in the midst of this great snowstorm, sleeping with my window open and _smoking_ in my cold tub in the morning so as it would do your heart good to see. Moreover I am in pretty good form otherwise. Fontainebleau lags; it has turned out more difficult than I expected in some places, but there is a deal of it ready, and (I think) straight. I was at a concert on Saturday and heard Hallé and Norman Neruda play that Sonata of Beethoven's you remember, and I felt very funny. But I went and took a long spanking walk in the dark and got quite an appetite for dinner. I did; that's not bragging. As you say, a concert wants to be gone to _with_ someone, and I know who. I have done rather an amusing paragraph or two for Vanity Fair on the _Inn Album_. I have slated R. B. pretty handsomely. I am in a desperate hurry; so good-bye.--Ever your faithful friend, ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. TO MRS. DE MATTOS The state of health and spirits mentioned in the last soon gave way to one of the fits of depression, frequent with him in Edinburgh winters. In the following letter he unbosoms himself to a favourite cousin (sister to R. A. M. Stevenson). _Edinburgh, January 1876._ MY DEAR KATHARINE,--The prisoner reserved his defence. He has been seedy, however; principally sick of the family evil, despondency; the sun is gone out utterly; and the breath of the people of this city lies about as a sort of damp, unwholesome fog, in which we go walking with bowed hearts. If I understand what is a contrite spirit, I have one; it is to feel that you are a small jar, or rather, as I feel myself, a very large jar, of pottery work rather _mal réussi_, and to make every allowance for the potter (I beg pardon; Potter with a capital P.) on his ill-success, and rather wish he would reduce you as soon as possible to potsherds. However, there are many things to do yet before we go _Grossir la pâte universelle Faite des formes que Dieu fond._ For instance, I have never been in a revolution yet. I pray God I may be in one at the end, if I am to make a mucker. The best way to make a mucker is to have your back set against a wall and a few lead pellets whiffed into you in a moment, while yet you are all in a heat and a fury of combat, with drums sounding on all sides, and people crying, and a general smash like the infernal orchestration at the end of the _Huguenots_.... Please pardon me for having been so long of writing, and show your pardon by writing soon to me; it will be a kindness, for I am sometimes very dull. Edinburgh is much changed for the worse by the absence of Bob; and this damned weather weighs on me like a curse. Yesterday, or the day before, there came so black a rain squall that I was frightened--what a child would call frightened, you know, for want of a better word--although in reality it has nothing to do with fright. I lit the gas and sat cowering in my chair until it went away again.--Ever yours,