188 Boulevard Haussmann
Paris
17th May 1877
My dear Julius
I was amused by the attempt at bribery contained in your last letter, if I write on Thursday I shall get another letter before you go to Ash, really dear, you deserve that I shouldn’t write, but the bribe has been take, I assent to receive a letter on Sunday, so you will have the one you wish for. You will have to be contented with a short one as I find I no longer have note paper left & moreover have not much time to write. We expect the Whitneys and Ted & Martha to dinner this evening consequently I have several things to look after. Don’t worry yourself after my health my darling. I am very well now excepting a cold which it is the fashion to have just now. I only mentioned my passing indisposition as an excuse for not having discovered George’s letter before now. I had a letter from Fred two days ago telling me that Florence had another son born on the 10th May. I’m afraid it must be rather a disappointment as they are both fond of girls. He talks of sending Florence & the children home as soon as the former is well enough to travel. When you see Charlotte pray ask her whether she has forgotten my existence, you must give her my love & also your Mother & all other friends in that part of the world.
I also am looking forward to your coming in June. I shall expect you to give me a good description of our future home so that it might not be strange for me to see when I get there. I am so glad we are near Whitsuntide because after that I shall feel that your next visit will be to come & see me.
I have not heard any news from Polly since she has been in Ramsgate. I should think that the bad weather must make it very miserable there. I don’t t think that I can even fill my small sheet of paper I can never get my ideas together as early this morning but did not like to put off writing till the afternoon for fear of being interrupted by callers. However now I deserve my letter on Sunday so shall quite expect it.
I hope darling you will have a pleasant visit at Ash and not forget
Your ever loving
Eugénie N. Mourilyan
