After going without sleeping for three whole weeks, my dear papa, I think that I am going to sleep for three weeks straight. When anyone speaks to me, it puts me to sleep, and I answer in my sleep. Last night I was drawn out of this languid state by the sound of a carriage that announced your arrival. The pleasure of imagining that I was about to spend an hour with you revived me utterly; my eyes opened, I rang for a servant, I had a big fire lit in order to warm you, I felt almost gay, I was going out to meet you, when the carriage went away again, taking with it my hope and joy. I said at once, “I have had a lovely dream, but it was very short.” Could you not make me realize this dream, my dear papa, by coming to have tea with me today or tomorrow? It is a long time since I have seen you; if you cannot come, I will make up my mind to sleep forever, because then I will at least be able to dream of you.