“Address your letters to me to 4 Rue de Calais, Paris, and they will be forwarded.
“Oh! to think that I shall soon be lying on the marble seats of Monaco, in the sun, by the sea!!
“Do not be too severely just to me. Write me long letters in return for my short ones; bethink you that I am ill, that your letters do me good; don’t talk nonsense and don’t speak of my composing....
“My kindest regards to your charming sister-in-law and daughter and to your brother. I can see them all so vividly before me. Write soon. Your letter and the Sun will give me new life.
“Unfortunate wight that you are! You live in the snow!”
To the Same.
“Paris, April 1868.
“My Dear Stassoff,—You call me Monsieur Berlioz, both you and Cui. I forgive you both!
“I was nearly killed the other day. I went to Monaco sun-hunting and, three days after in scrambling down the rocks, I fell head first on to my face and bled so profusely that, for a long time, I was unable to get up and go back to the hotel.
“However, as I had taken my place in the omnibus to Nice, I was bound to get up and go back there next day.