Upon the whole, it seems to me better really that you should not mix yourself up with it any more.

Also I wish you joy of the dismissal of M.Pierart.There was no harm that he took away your headache, if he did not presume on that.

You tell me not to bid you to beware of counting on us in Paris.

And yet, dearest Fanny, I must.

The future in this shifting world, what is it?
As for me, whom you recognise as 'so much myself,' dear, I have a stout pen, and till its last blot, it will write, perhaps, with its 'usual insolence' (as a friend once said), but if you laid your hand on this heart, you would feel how it stops, and staggers, and fails.