188 Boulevard Haussmann,
Paris
3rd August 1877
My dearest Julius,
Thank you so much for your letter & the nice roses received this morning, they travelled very well & look very pretty on the mantel-piece where I have placed them. I am glad there was one of mine & mean to wear it when I go out this afternoon. And now I think my darling will be pleased at the news I have to give him. Papa & I are going to England this month, I think about the 18th or 20th if Polly can take us in at that time. Oh! how happy it makes me to think that in three weeks I may perhaps see my Julius again! Our change of plan was occasioned by a letter from Fred Robinson saying he would like to come here about the 5th September, so I persuaded Papa that we had better go to Richmond first & come back with him. I am very anxious to have the letter saying they can now receive us as I should be very much disappointed to have put off our journey.
I expect Fanny tomorrow, she writes that she will be very much glad of a few days quiet here, they have been travelling rather too quickly, I fancy. While she is here we have got to give a dreadful dinner-party to the Burtons. I expect that it will be Wednesday, so pity me on that day. I wrote to Grandma & Charlotte yesterday but did not send any photographs so I have enclosed one of each of us today, to the former, I sent vignettes.
I want to know the name of one of the roses you sent me, it is a white one, just tipped with pink, and with very delicate petals, I think it is lovely & have never seen one quite like it before.
I hope you did not flirt too much with Miss Crusoe on Wednesday while playing croquet? By the bye, I expect that you will have to come & look after me some day, the curate is getting fearfully attentive, overly in fact. He was here calling yesterday evening.
I have always forgotten to ask you what has been decided about the pews in your church. I hear Marboeuf is to be pulled down in three months’ time as a preparation for building a new church, certainly not before it is wanted.
Alas my darling I have no more to write about so will close my letter. Goodbye my own darling,
Ever believe in the love of
Your own affectionate
Eugénie Narcisse Mourilyan
