You could not have done better--not at all.
Our kind love to Kate--and mind you give our regards to Dr.Gresonowsky.
Also to Mr.Jarves--poor Mr.Jarves--how sorry I am about the pictures! Robert will write another time, he says, 'with kindest love.' * * * * * _To Miss Browning_ [Siena: September-October, 1859.] My dearest Sarianna,--We are on the verge of returning to Florence, for a short time--only to pack up, I believe, and go further south--to 'meet the revolution,' tell the dearest Nonno, with my love.

The case is that though I am really convalescent and look well (Robert has even let me take to Penini a little, which is conclusive), it is considered dangerous for me to run the risk of even a Florence winter.

You see I have been _very_ ill.

The physician thought there was pressure of the lungs on the _heart_, and, under those circumstances, that I _must_ avoid irritation of the lungs by any cold.

Say nothing which can reach my sisters and frighten them; and after all I care very little about doctors, except that I do know myself how hard renewals of the late attack would go with me.