CXXIX

PARIS, _Monday, July 19, 1848_.

You divine things perfectly when you are willing to take the trouble,

and you have sent me, besides, what I asked for. What matters it if it

be a repetition! Am I not like the poor ex-king? “I receive always with

renewed pleasure,” etc. What I can not express is my delight in

receiving this familiar perfume, which is all the more delicious because

it is familiar, and is associated in my mind with so many memories. At

last you have decided to speak the important word. ‘Tis true that it is

a month since you went away, and that in leaving you said you should

return in six weeks; from which it follows that I ought to see you in

two weeks. But you begin at once to reckon the six weeks in your own

fashion, that is, from the day you write to me. This resembles somewhat

the devil’s method of calculation, for, as you know, he has a very

different arrangement of figures from that used by good Christians.

Appoint a day, then, and let it be the most distant that I can grant

you, say the 15th of August.

The 14th of July passed very quietly, notwithstanding the sinister

predictions made to us. The truth is, if one can succeed in discerning

the truth in the government under which we have the good fortune to

live, that the crisis is over and our chances of tranquillity are

distinctly improved. It required several years for organisation and four

months for arming the insurgents for the riots of the last week of June.

A second exhibition of that bloody tragedy seems to me impossible, so

long, at least, as present conditions are not materially changed. At the

same time, an occasional conspiracy, an assassination now and then, even

a few riots are likely still to occur. We may need a half century,

perhaps, to perfect ourselves, the one side in constructing defences,

and the other in the art of destroying them. Paris at this moment is

being stored with shells and mortars, ammunition which is very portable

and efficacious. This is a modern and a valuable argument, it is said.

But let us stop war talk. You can form no idea of the pleasure you will

give me by accepting my invitation to breakfast with Lady ----.

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