I am sending you, my lovable papa, the music you asked me for the other day; it is not without a heavy heart; the thought that you will leave is like a nightmare. I am trying to persuade myself that I shall be freed by waking up. Oh, my estimable friend, you will always be present in this sensitive heart which will cherish you for as long as it exists. Will you remember from time to time the woman who loves you the most? I shall speak no more of this matter which pains me and might affect you. I am leaving tomorrow to go see my mother. Would you like to come have tea with me this evening? It would be a real treat, my good papa, oh, come, come.