it is true that you are pregnant.
has written to me; but he tells me that it is making you ill and
he thinks it unwise for you to undertake so long a journey.
I must still be deprived of the joy of holding you in my arms!
I must still spend several months far from all that I love!
Is it possible that I shan't have the pleasure of seeing you with
your little belly? That should make you interesting!
write that you have changed. Your letter is short and sad and shakily
written. What is it, my adorable? What can be upsetting you?
Don't stay in the country; go to town; try to amuse yourself, and
remember that there is no truer torment for my soul than to know
you unwell and unhappy.
thought I was jealous, but I swear to you I am not.
think I would rather myself give you a lover than to know you are
miserable, so be gay and cheerful, and remember that my happiness
depends on yours.
Josephine is unhappy, if she lets herself be sad and discouraged,
then she doesn't love me.
you are going to bring into the world another being who will love
you as much as I - no, that is impossible, but your children and
I will always be around you to convince you of our love and care.
won't be horrid, will you? No tantrums!! Except as a joke.
then just two or three pouts; nothing is prettier, and a liittle
kiss puts everything right.
courier has brought me your letter of the 18th. How sad it makes
me! Can't you be happy, darling Josephine? Is there something you
am waiting patiently for Murat to know the details of what you are
doing, what you are saying, whom you are seeing, what you are wearing.
to do with my adorable is dear to my heart, which only longs to
are going well here; but my heart is indescribably heavy. You are
ill and far away from me. Be gay and take great care of yourself,
you are worth more than all the universe to me.
thought that you are ill makes me very unhappy.
my sweet, tell Freron that my family does not wish him to marry
my sister, and that I am determined to takes steps to prevent it.
Please tell my brother.