We have had no glimpse of the Tassinaris; they seem to have vanished from the scene.

Florence is full of great people, so called, from England, and the _real sommites_ are coming, such as Alfred Tennyson, and, with an interval, Dickens and Thackeray.

The two latter go to Rome for the winter, I understand.
Do you say _Edward Lytton_?
But he isn't Edward Lytton now--he is Robert.

The two Edwards clashed inconveniently, and now he doesn't sign an Edward even by an initial; he has renounced the name, and is a Robert for evermore.

I am glad to tell you that although he is delicate and excitable there seems to me no tendency to disease of any kind.