But 'women in society' can't go there, it is said; and you must take a whole box, if you want two seats in a box--which seems to me monstrous.

People combine generally....
Ever affectionate BA.
I meant to write only a word--and see! May it not be overweight! * * * * * _To Mrs.Jameson_ Florence: April 9 [1857].
Dearest Madonna,--I must not wait, lest I miss you in your transit to Naples; thank you for your dear letter, then.

The weather has burst suddenly into summer (though it rains a little this morning), and I have been let out of prison to drive in the Cascine and to Bellosguardo.
Beautiful, beautiful Florence.

How beautiful at this time of year! The trees stand in their 'green mist' as if in a trance of joy.

Oh, I do hope nothing will drive us out of our Paradise this summer, for I seem to hate the North more 'unnaturally' than ever.
Mrs.Stowe has just arrived, and called here yesterday and this morning, when Robert took her to see the Salvators at the end of our street.