To Sister Christine
Your letter was very reassuring. I am so glad this summer did you good. So you did not get enamoured of New York City.
Well, I am getting enamoured of Paris. I now am living with a M. Jules Bois, a French savant, who has been a student and admirer of my works.
He talks very little English; in consequence, I have to trot out my jargon French and am succeeding well, he says. I can now understand if he will talk slowly.
Day after tomorrow I go to Bretagne [Brittany] where our American friends are enjoying the sea breeze — and the massage.*
I go with M. Bois for a short visit; après cet [after that] I don’t know where I go. I am getting quite Frenchy, connaissezvous [do you know]? I am also studying grammaire and hard at work. [Sentence torn off] In a few months I hope to be Frenchy, but by that time I will forget it by staying in England.
I am strong, well and content — no morbidity.