PARIS, _May 4, 1869_.
I am distressed that you did not wait two minutes. You did not allow
them to tell me, and contented yourself by returning my book, and this
you call a visit to a sick man! Your charity was easily satisfied. But
it does not count; besides, I am a little better, and need you to go to
the Exposition with me, where I have no desire to see daubs and
nudities.
You shall be my guide. Do you remember the time when I was yours? Tell
me what day will suit you. Good-bye, dear friend.