Despite all my desire, Monsieur, to do something which would please you as well as your brother, it is absolutely impossible for me to make the trip to Paris right now; my illness, and the harsh season, are insurmountable obstacles for me.

I myself have had a chimney stove built which can burn charcoal. If it is the kind that M. le Noir seemed to want me to make known in this country, I will gladly show it to you when your affairs allow you to come to Passy. I cannot use it regularly yet, for lack of charcoal. If you could obtain some for me, you would bring me great pleasure.

I recently received the flour made from Turkish wheat, that you had the kindness to send me—and for which I am indebted to you. I am sending you by the messenger a sample of some bread made partly from this flour, but I believe it would be possible to make it better: I am sending you the recipe for it—if you think it is a good idea to try it out at the School of Baking.

I have the honor of being, with a sincere attachment, Monsieur, your very humble and obedient servant