G. Sand

CCXCIV. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT

Nohant, 15 August

My poor, dear, old fellow,

I learn only today in a letter from that dear, lazy soul of a

Tourgueneff, about the misfortune which has come to your niece. Is

it then irreparable? Her husband is very young and intelligent,

can't he begin over again, or take a position that will give him a

living? They have no children, they do not need millions to live on,

young and well as they both are. Tourgueneff tells me that your

property has been affected by this failure. If it is AFFECTED MERELY

you will bear this serious annoyance philosophically. You have no

vices to satisfy, nor ambitions to appease. I am sure that you will

accommodate your life to your resources. The hardest thing for you

to bear, is the chagrin of that young woman who is as a daughter to

you. But you will give her courage and consolation, it is the moment

to be above your own worries, in order to assuage those of others. I

am sure that as I write, you have calmed her mind and soothed her

heart. Perhaps, too, the disaster is not what it seems at the first

moment. There will be a change for the better, a new way will be

found, for it is always so, and the worth of men is measured

according to their energy, to the hopes which are always a sign of

their force and intelligence. More than one has risen again bravely.

Be sure that better days will come and tell them so continually, for

it is true. Your moral and physical welfare must not be shaken by

this rebuff. Think of healing those whom you love, and forget

yourself. We shall be thinking of you, and we shall be suffering for

you; for I am keenly affected at seeing that you have a new subject

of sadness amidst your spleen.

Come, dear splendid old fellow, cheer up, do us a new successful

novel, and think of those who love you, and whose hearts are

saddened and torn by your discouragements. Love them, love us, and

you will find once more your strength and your enthusiasm.

We all embrace you very tenderly. Do not write if it bores you, say

to us only, "I am well, and I love you."

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