Saturday, 26 febr. 1848[1].
I believe you are now a little better. I don't know why you could be so
uneasy about your brother. No wonder you have no news. Bad ones corne
very soon. I begin to get accustomed to the strangeness of the thing
and to be reconciled with the strange figures of the conquerors, who
what's stranger still, behave themselves as gentlemen. There is now
a strong tendency to order. If it continues, I shall turn a staunch
republican. The only fault I find with the new order of things is that
I do not very clearly see how I shall be able to live and that I cannot
see you.