Letters of Two Brides

How clear everything becomes in the light of love! How well I know my

Paris now! It is all transfused with meaning. And love here is

lovelier, grander, more bewitching than elsewhere.

I am convinced now that I could never flirt with a fool or make any

impression on him. It is only men of real distinction who can enter

into our feelings and feel our influence. Oh! my poor friend, forgive

me. I forgot our l'Estorade. But didn't you tell me you were going to

make a genius of him? I know what that means. You will dry nurse him

till some day he is able to understand you. Good-bye.

I am a little off my head, and must stop.