Vincenzo could not follow me to-day; he cannot walk two steps, without being out of breath. However, I load the guns myself; and, with the peasant I brought from Caserta, and another I hire here, I do very well. I fear, poor Vincenzo will not hold long. If he chooses it, I mean to send him to Naples, to consult Noody [Nudi.]
General Werner, Prince of Hesse, and Count Zichare, are here since last night; they brought me your compliments. Lamberg is still confined.
Amuse yourself, my dearest Emma, and never doubt of my love. Your’s, ever,
Jan. 10th, 1792.
The day has been so thoroughly bad, that we have not been able to stir out; and the King, of course, in bad humour. I am not sorry to have a day’s repose, and I have wrote my letters for to-morrow’s post.
Lamberg is still in bed with a fever, and Prince Ausberg’s eyes are a little inflamed with cold and fatigue. My cold was renewed a little yesterday; but a good night’s rest, and quiet to-day, has set all to rights again.
Vincenzo was so bad, yesterday, that he could not follow me, and was blooded. He is better, to-day; but he will never serve more, except to load my guns at the post. He cannot walk a mile, without being out of breath.
I am glad you have been at the Academy, and in the great world. It is time enough for you to find out, that the only real comfort is to be met with at home; I have been in that secret some time.
You are, certainly, the most domestic young woman I know: but you are young, and most beautiful; and it would not be natural, if you did not like to shew yourself a little in public.
The effusion of tenderness, with regard to me, in your letter, is very flattering; I know the value of it, and will do all I can to keep it alive. We are now one flesh, and it must be our study to keep that flesh as warm and comfortable as we can. I will do all in my power to please you, and I do not doubt of your doing the same towards me.
Adieu, my dearest Emma! Having nothing interesting to write, and as you insist upon hearing from me every day, you must content yourself with such a stupid letter as this.
Your Ladyship’s commands shall always be punctually obeyed by, dear Madam, your Ladyship’s most obedient and faithful servant,
11th Jan. [1792.]
I have just received your letter—and, as I always do—with infinite pleasure.
I hope you received twelve wood-biddies, to-day; and, to-morrow, you will have a wild boar: all left to your discretion.
No talk of returning, yet. We must complete sixteen days shooting, and one day has been lost by bad weather.
We had a good day, and tolerable sport. I have killed two, and one the largest boar I have seen yet here.