My good papa, Mr. Brillon went to Paris this morning on business; he will appear at your house as soon as he possibly can. He has searched everywhere for harps, without succeeding in finding any. There is one at Monsieur Caillot’s house, but it is in the worst possible condition. They ask me for a pianoforte; if it can make up for the harp, let me know, and I will send you one. Farewell, my dear papa; do not wait for Mr. Brillon to arrive before you begin lunch, and love me, I who love you so, so much.