It was imprudent of him to come to Florence at the hottest of the year, and to expose himself perfectly unacclimated; and the chance by which he was removed here just in time to be nursed was happy for him and all of us.

We have had great heat in the days even here, of course--no blotting out, even by mountains, of the Italian sun; but the cool nights extenuate very much--refresh and heal.

Now I do hope the corner is turned of the illness.

Isa Blagden has been devoted, sitting up night after night, and Robert has sate up four nights that she might not really die at her post.

There is nothing _infectious_ in the fever, so don't be afraid.
Robert is quite well, with good appetite and good spirits, and Peni is like a rose possessed by a fairy.