My dear Victor,
We are so worried about you. I know you cannot write yet, but please write
to us as soon as you can. Get well soon and come home to us. you will find a
happy home full of people who love you. Your father is in good health. William
has grown tall. He is a lovely little boy, with his smiling blue eyes. Justine,
the servant who nursed your mother during her last illness, has returned to
us after an unhappy time with her own family. Poor Justine! I think she loves
us as if we were her real family. I know that she loved your mother very
Get better soon, dear Victor, and please write to us. Thank Henry for his
kindness and his many letters.
I wrote to my family that day. As soon as I was well enough, I took
Clerval to meet the professors at the university.
I did not return to my studies. The thought of science filled me with
anxiety and disgust. Instead, I read poetry and studied Oriental① languages
with Clerval. I stayed with him in Ingolstadt all that year. When spring
arrived again, Henry and I went for walks together in the countryside. The
blue sky and green fields made me very happy. I made plans to visit my
One Sunday, I returned from our walk to find a letter waiting for me.