My reply to my lord Frœhner will appear in l’Opinion next Saturday, or perhaps Thursday. I believe that you will not be displeased with the phrase that alludes to you.
Is it understood, then—Saturday?
TO THÉOPHILE GAUTIER.
Croisset, April 3, 1864.
How goes it, dear old master? How comes on the Fracasse? What do you think of Salammbô? Is there anything new to say about that young person? The Figaro-Programme has mentioned it again, and Verdi is in Paris.
As soon as you have finished your romance, come to my cabin and stay a week (or more) according to your promise, and we will lay out the scenario. I shall expect you in May. Let me know two days in advance before you come.
I am dreaming of writing two books, without having done any actual work upon them. I have nails in my throat—if I may so express myself.
It seems to me a very long time since I have seen your dear face.
I imagine that we shall enjoy here (far from courts and women) a great gossip. So run hither as soon as you are free! I kiss you on both cheeks.
Tenderest remembrances to all, especially to Toto.