He has the material for a volume, and will work at it this summer, he says.

His power is much in advance of 'Strafford,' which is his poorest work of all.

Oh, the brain stratifies and matures creatively, even in the pauses of the pen.
At the same time his treatment in England affects him naturally--and for my part I set it down as an infamy of that public--no other word.

He says he has told you some things you had not heard, and which, I acknowledge, I always try to prevent him from repeating to anyone.

I wonder if he has told you besides (no, I fancy not) that an English lady of rank, _an acquaintance of ours_ (observe that!), asked, the other day, the American Minister whether 'Robert was not an American.' The Minister answered 'Is it possible that _you_ ask me _this_?
Why, there is not so poor a village in the United States where they would not tell you that Robert Browning was an Englishman, and that they were very sorry he was not an American.' Very pretty of the American Minister--was it not ?--and literally true besides.
I have been meditating, Sarianna, dear, whether we might not make our summer out at Fontainebleau in the picturesque part of the forest.