You are too kind, my dear doctor, to reproach me. But in fact, if I have not had the honor of inviting myself to dinner in the past few days, it is the fault of the weather and business. The day before yesterday I was going to go see you, but the weather, at least in Paris, was so bad that it prevented me from going. However, I plan to make up for all these delays on Sunday, and give you my sincere compliments on the good health which you enjoy at the age of seventy-five, and to renew all my wishes that you will enjoy many more long years. I hope that you will serve us wine to drink to your good health. Kindly give M. Ingenhouse all my thanks for his gift, and also tell him that I went to see him at the hotel Dubouloir where I was told that he was staying, but that he had already left to get settled in Passy. I hope he will be there Sunday; I will answer his request then. I was disappointed to be away from home when he did me the honor of passing by. Adieu, my dear doctor, no one could be more truly and sincerely attached to you than I, for life