How clear everything becomes in the light of love! How well I know my
Paris now! It is all transfused with meaning. And love here is
lovelier, grander, more bewitching than elsewhere.
I am convinced now that I could never flirt with a fool or make any
impression on him. It is only men of real distinction who can enter
into our feelings and feel our influence. Oh! my poor friend, forgive
me. I forgot our l'Estorade. But didn't you tell me you were going to
make a genius of him? I know what that means. You will dry nurse him
till some day he is able to understand you. Good-bye.
I am a little off my head, and must stop.