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Last night we were very animated at home. Franzén
came with Brincknian, who was almost half crazy. He
actually courted me. I was fairly overwhelmed with flat-
tering compliments. Brinckman quoted my book contin-
ually, saying, “that I had not read 7¢ properly myself.”
Franzén also was full of kindness and praises. , Anxious
to make his protégé shine as much as possible, he asked to
be allowed to see my paintings.. They went through them
all; and when Brinckman heard that I also was musiecvenne,
he exclaimed, “ Indeed, I begin to get quite tired now.”
The conversation was exceedingly animated. Mrs. De
’ R—— and some other friends also came to see us. Then
I got some more rosemary. Mrs. De R—— had the pre-
vious night been to two large parties. She told me that
there was nothing else spoken of except my “ Sketches.”
Brinckman finished by going down on his knees to me,
when, after a three hours’ visit, he took leave. Your hus-
band would have been very much amused if he had seen
Hedda and Brinckman together. He made her his confi-
dente, continually whispering in her ear all sorts of things
about my book, giving her now and then little “ pats,” in
order to awakeu her attention, which “ pats” Hedda seemed
inclined to pay back. She expressed herself to him, once
or twice, in such honest and plain terms, that they formed
a ludicrous contrast to his sugared compliments. I3——an,
who was here the evening before last, asked me whether
we were lot overrun by all sorts of people coming to look
at me, such a sensation has my talent as an authoress cre-
ated. In a word, my dear Charlotte, it is absurd, absurd,
absurd! I do not think that all this would amuse me
much if our sisters were not so delighted with it. In fact,
Agatha juniped about like a fish out “of water. But I must
say good-by to the anonymous. Vogue la galére! Blow,
winds, blow! I say, and by that I mean a prayer to my
Muse, who also seems willing to hear my prayer. I am
working at the continuation of “The H Family.”
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