Will it not be a happy moment when we meet again on the shores of dear old England?
The very dust and fog will have a charm hitherto unknown.
As we are in Rome you will expect something from Rome, therefore I will tell you of what has recently been going on.

Last week was the Carnival.

Gerald complained of weakness and fatigue, having exerted himself too much during the previous week.

He was much disappointed in not being able to participate in the amusement, but had to be satisfied by remaining on the balcony of our residence, overlooking the Corso, which, as you know, is the principal street paraded on those occasions.

Gerald interrupts me by requesting a long letter and full description, therefore on him alone rests the blame if I exceed the length usually devoted to letter writing.
Now for the Carnival.