Adieu! my cousin; take care of your self; and, I entreat you, write! "Elizabeth Lavenza.
"Geneva, March 18, 17--." "Dear, dear Elizabeth!" I exclaimed, when I had read her letter: "I will write instantly and relieve them from the anxiety they must feel." I wrote, and this exertion greatly fatigued me; but my convalescence had commenced, and proceeded regularly.

In another fortnight I was able to leave my chamber.
One of my first duties on my recovery was to introduce Clerval to the several professors of the university.

In doing this, I underwent a kind of rough usage, ill befitting the wounds that my mind had sustained.

Ever since the fatal night, the end of my labours, and the beginning of my misfortunes, I had conceived a violent antipathy even to the name of natural philosophy.

When I was otherwise quite restored to health, the sight of a chemical instrument would renew all the agony of my nervous symptoms.