G. Sand
CXIV. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT 30 April, 1869
No way of going out today. This slavery to one's profession is horrid, isn't it? Between now and Friday I shall write to you so that we can again settle on a day. I embrace you, my old beloved troubadour.
G. Sand
CXV. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT 3 May, 1869
They are encroaching upon my time more and more. All my days are full until and including next Sunday.—Tell me quickly if you want me Monday, a week from today—or if it is another day. Let us fix it for it is a fact that I don't really know whom to listen to.
Your troubadour who does not want THIS STATE OF AFFAIRS to continue!
G. Sand
Monday.
CXVI. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT
Paris, 4 May, 1869