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dreadfully for not having written before. I am
quite willing to confess that I was a little jealous,
and that I thought you did not care for me at
all. As I wish my letter to start to-day, I
can only write a few lines to tell you that you
are very wrong in supposing that I forget you
when I am away. Perhaps I have never realised
as I do at present, how fond I am of you and
your brother. At every pleasure I enjoy, my
thoughts naturally turn to you. I am enjoying
myself very much here, for all the mathematicians
make a great fuss about me; still I am
longing for a wicked brother and sister, who
have become quite indispensable to my life. I
cannot leave Paris till July the 5th, so I cannot
be in Christiania for the opening of the
Naturalists’ Congress. Can you wait for me (in
Copenhagen), so that we may go together?
Please answer immediately. I have given your
book to Jonas Lie; he speaks of you with much
friendship. When he called he had not yet
read your book. He thinks you have more
talent for novel-writing than for the drama. I
shall see him once more before leaving. I
embrace you tenderly, and am longing to see you
again, my dear dear Ann Charlotte.—Ever yours,
‘Sonia.’
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