188 Boulevard Haussmann
30th May 1877
My dearest Julius
Your letter was put into my hands yesterday as I was starting for the station to see May off and I did not read it until my return; indeed I was glad to have something to divert my thoughts a little after such a bitter parting. Poor May felt leaving her home very much & her husband looked almost as affected as she was. But worst was seeing poor Mrs Parmly in the afternoon; May had asked me to go to her & I did, & though we had a good cry together at first, I hope my going there rather cheered her.
I had a long letter from Charlotte on Monday, telling me all the news, she says you looked very well & very happy. If it is so my darling, is my love really sufficient to cause you happiness? Do not say that I must find your letter monotonous as I shall think you are judging me by yourself, and getting tired of mine! Ah, my love, can I weary of hearing you say that you love me? Thank you very much for the verses. I am not capable of judging of their merits and would perhaps be too partial a critic but the sentiment pleased me, and your fulfilling the slight wish that I expressed, pleased me still more.
Charlotte tells me she is going from home next week to make a few visits. I am glad of it, as she has not had a change for some time. I must try and answer her letter before she leaves. I heard from Fanny this morning, she is still at Ramsgate but goes home next week. Polly stays another fortnight I think.
The clouds have returned after three fine days, it is only showery however & quite warm. I was out this morning buying a few plants at the flower market for our balcony. Joe has been going on so long for its bare appearance that I thought it quite time to get a few. I also went to the service & met Mr Johnson, a clergyman who was at Marbeuf for six months before Mr Mansell was appointed & the finest preacher I have ever heard. I must go and call on his wife in a day or two as they are remaining a few weeks in Paris. I enclose one of the pansies I got this morning, une pansée as it is called in French.
Now my darling I must close, the days don’t quite fast enough to suit me, just more & I wish it was 23rd June.
God bless you, my dearest Julius
Believe me always
Your ever loving
Eugénie N. Mourilyan