188 Boulevard Haussmann
8th August 1877
My dearest Julius,
I was very glad to get your letter yesterday & must answer it this afternoon, though I have not very much time. Fanny & I were out all the morning - going to Auteuil to see Mamma’s grave; & this evening, as you know we have friends to dinner, so I have several things to do. How shall I like our first dinner party? Not at all, dear; I have never had much affection for them, & shall rather dread it.
I am rather sorry I told you about our going to England this month, as I fear I only raised your hopes for nothing. I have no answer from Richmond about our going there, as I hear Polly is not quite so well, they will perhaps not be ready to have visitors so soon. So, darling, you must not count on our visit, as it is quite undecided again; I must say I am rather disappointed as I was counting on seeing you again before the end of the month, & now I don’t know when it will be.
Fanny sends her love, & says whenever I am in England, you must manage to come & dine with her or she will be quite offended.
We shall be ten to dinner this evening, Mr & Mrs Burton, Ned, Martha, Miss Burridge & our five selves, how I wish my love were to be there. Really I should have to scold you for being such a flirt, Miss Cruso must be trying to cut me out. As for your great faith in me I suppose you are too conceited to imagine that I think of anyone but yourself! Not far wrong, dearest, for I am always thinking of you. I think Fanny will stay with us until Saturday. We have been out every day together, doing shopping & seeing different friends. Yesterday we dined at Martha's & had a pleasant evening, but I was not feeling quite well, so did not enjoy it quite so much as I ought to have.
You must excuse this short letter darling but I have to get out & get some flowers. I don’t like to think that you will feel disappointed in reading my letter, as I know you will be, still darling, we may meet sooner than I now expect, & at any rate September is not very far off & then you would be able to come to Paris. God bless you my own darling, accept the best love of
Your own affectionate
Eugénie Narcisse Mourilyan
P.S. I had a nice letter from Charlotte yesterday, they go to Dover today.