I would rise from the dead to preach! Hope all well. I think my wife better, but she's not allowed to write; and this (only wrung from me by desire to Boss and Parsonise and Dominate, strong in sickness) is my first letter for days, and will likely be my last for many more. Not blame my wife for her silence: doctor's orders. All much interested by your last, and fragment from brother, and anecdotes of Tomarcher.--The sick but still Moral R. L. S. Tell Shaw to hurry up: I want another. TO WILLIAM ARCHER In early days in Paris, Stevenson's chivalrous feelings had once been shocked by the scene in the _Demi-Monde_ of Dumas fils, where Suzanne d'Ange is trapped by Olivier de Jalin. His correspondent had asked what exactly took place. [_Saranac Lake, February 1888 ?_] MY DEAR ARCHER,--It happened thus. I came forth from that performance in a breathing heat of indignation. (Mind, at this distance of time and with my increased knowledge, I admit there is a problem in the piece; but I saw none then, except a problem in brutality; and I still consider the problem in that case not established.) On my way down the _Francais_ stairs, I trod on an old gentleman's toes, whereupon with that suavity that so well becomes me, I turned about to apologise, and on the instant, repenting me of that intention, stopped the apology midway, and added something in French to this effect: No, you are one of the _laches_ who have been applauding that piece. I retract my apology. Said the old Frenchman, laying his hand on my arm, and with a smile that was truly heavenly in temperance, irony, good-nature, and knowledge of the world, "Ah, monsieur, vous etes bien jeune!"--Yours very truly, ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. TO E. L. BURLINGAME [_Saranac Lake, February 1888._] DEAR MR. BURLINGAME,--Will you send me (from the library) some of the works of my dear old G. P. R. James? With the following especially I desire to make or to renew acquaintance: _The Songster_, _The Gipsy_, _The Convict_, _The Stepmother_, _The Gentleman of the Old School_, _The Robber_. _Excusez du peu._ This sudden return to an ancient favourite hangs upon an accident. The "Franklin County Library" contains two works of his, _The Cavalier_ and _Morley Ernstein_. I read the first with indescribable amusement--it was worse than I had feared, and yet somehow engaging; the second (to my surprise) was better than I had dared to hope: a good, honest, dull, interesting tale, with a genuine old-fashioned talent in the invention when not strained; and a genuine old-fashioned feeling for the English language. This experience awoke appetite, and you see I have taken steps to stay it. R. L. S. TO E. L. BURLINGAME [_Saranac Lake, February 1888._]