It is well for those who in their griefs _can_ speak and write.

I never could.
But to you after all it is not needful.

You understand and have understood.
My husband has been very good to me, and saved me all he could, so that I have had solitude and quiet, and time to get into the ruts of the world again where one has to wheel on till the road ends.

In this respect it has been an advantage being at Rome rather than Florence.

Now I can read, and have seen a few faces.