| To JosephineMay 
              13, 1796 So, 
              it is true that you are pregnant.  Murat 
              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.  So 
              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!  You 
              write that you have changed. Your letter is short and sad and shakily 
              written. What is it, my adorable? What can be upsetting you?  Oh! 
              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.  I 
              thought I was jealous, but I swear to you I am not.  I 
              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.  If 
              Josephine is unhappy, if she lets herself be sad and discouraged, 
              then she doesn't love me.  Soon 
              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. 
               You 
              won't be horrid, will you? No tantrums!! Except as a joke.  And 
              then just two or three pouts; nothing is prettier, and a liittle 
              kiss puts everything right. The 
              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 
              want?  I 
              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. 
               Everything 
              to do with my adorable is dear to my heart, which only longs to 
              know. Things 
              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.  The 
              thought that you are ill makes me very unhappy. Please, 
              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. B. 
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