Indeed, pardon me! I ramble on! I should never have dared to talk to you so long about it.
I have found the pieces that I know by heart again. (Why should one reread, with pleasure, in printed characters, that which memory could recite?)
"Dans l'île de Saint-Louis" (Consolations).
"Le Creux de la Vallée," p. 113. Here is much of Delorme!
And "Rose" (Charming), p. 127.
"Stances de Kirke White" p. 139.
"La Plaine" (beautiful October landscape), p. 138.
Heavens! I must stop. I seem to pay you compliments, and I have no right. It is impertinent.