I sent a telegram to Maurice this morning, asking for news of Madam
Sand.
I was told yesterday that she was very ill, why has not Maurice answered me?
I went to Plauchut's this morning to get details. He is in the country, at Le Mans, so that I am in a state of cruel uncertainty.
Be good enough to answer me immediately and believe me, dear madam,
Your very affectionate,
Gustave Flaubert
4 rue Murillo, Parc Monceau
CCCXV. To MADAM LINA SAND
Dear Madam,
Your note of this morning reassures me a little. But that of last night had absolutely upset me.