A letter from Christine rallied my spirits, as it always does. She has a new lover in Italy, and does not look to return to Paris anytime soon, for which I am sorry as I would dearly like to see her. My mother also writes that she wishes to visit and see Reinette, but I have not had an opportunity to respond. Reinette herself remains sweet, and grows quickly. She is unfortunately still relieving herself indoors, but I will address that when I am well.
Of Thierry there is some news in that he writes that he continues to impress his superiors in Lille, and they may send him back to Paris in the spring. Marianne tells me that the weather has warmed considerably, but it is very rainy of late so I have not been able to have the windows open.
I must rest some more.