G. Sand
Regards from Maurice and his wife.
CXII. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT
Monday, 26 April, 1869
I arrived last night, I am running around like a rat, but every day at 6 o'clock one is sure of finding me at Magny's, and the first day that you are free, come to dine with your old troubadour who loves you and embraces you.
Send word ahead to me, however, so that by an exceptional chance, I do not have the ill luck to miss you.
Monday.
CXIII. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT
Thursday evening, 29 April, 1869
I am back from Palaiseau and I find your letter. Saturday I am not sure of being free; I have to read my play with Chilly on account of some objections of detail, and I had told you so. But I see him tomorrow evening, and I shall try to get him to give me another day. I shall write you then, tomorrow evening, Friday, and if he frees me, I shall go to your house about three o'clock on Saturday so that we can read before and after dinner; I dine on a little fish, a chicken wing, an ice and a cup of coffee, never anything else, by which means my stomach keeps well. If I am kept by Chilly, we shall postpone till next week after Friday.
I sold Palaiseau today to a master shoemaker who has a LEATHER plaster on his right eye, and who calls the sumachs of the garden, the schumakre.
Then Saturday morning you shall have word from your old comrade.